She found herself on the Askew Road watching the girl’s hands at the dough. Fold, push and press. It wasn’t the first time. She wasn’t sure how many times, and she wasn’t quite sure how she got here, but here she was. Again. The girl sprinkled more flour on to the marble top. Fold, push, press. Fold, push, press. Fold, push, press.
She has lost something and she won't settle until she finds it