Jeremy
folded the journal closed and walked it back to its place. He slid it between
its companion journals and turned around, heading toward the kitchen. Tea was
overdue.
Within he stood dressed in an apron
considering the cupboard’s contents. Belatedly, as he guided the door closed,
a packet glanced his eye. Flour.
Cooking had been as magic to him as a
child. How his mother put things into a bowl and turned them into something
delicious he hadn’t known. Now in his own kitchen he concocted magic once more.
He would enfold it in his hands and shape the magic into something…enjoyable,
if not delicious.Jeremy, father of Sophia, found in 'Jeremy and Sophia' working title.
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