Breadmaker

Thud. Scrape. Poof. Thud. Thud. Poof. Thud.

Rachel loved the feel of dough in her hands.

Whirr. Splorch. Scrape. Scrape. Squish. Whoosh. Thud. Thud. Ding.

She sat down for the second time that day and took a rest as the third batch of bread baked in the oven.

Crackle. Fizz. Stomp. Stomp. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

“Happy Anniversary, Rachel!” Devon, her fellow baker, self-proclaimed king of pastries, gave her her first year pin, which she clipped to her nametag.

Clunk. Clunk. Ka-ching!

“Have a nice day, Hobbes.” Hobbes took his croissant and change from her and headed to work at the deli.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Sigh. Ding ding! Clunk.

The broom hit the floor as Rachel pulled her bread from the oven.

Kathunk. Thunk. Thunk. Crunch. Shwip. Pshhh.

She dumped the trash bag outside and went to make a fourth batch of bread.

Thud. Scrape. Poof. Thud. Thud. Poof. Thud. Sigh.

Rachel loved the feel of dough in her hands.

Whirr. Splorch. Scrape. Scrape. Squish. Whoosh. Thud. Thud. Ding. 

She smiled.

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