The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-20 11:50:49 -

The bread shattered. It did not break. It shattered. Like glass. Like ice. Like a promise. I watched the crumbs fall. They were white. They were dust. My hands shook. I held the knife. It was heavy. It was iron. It was cold. I am a baker. I make the loaves. They are round. They are soft. They are life. But today, the life died. It died in my hands. I looked at my wife. She sat there. She was...

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