WeWrite || The Bakery

Time for another WeWrite. Want to take part? Just click on this. So one FreeWriter starts the story and the other ends it.Here's the first part by @zeldacroft

The smell of cinnamon and fresh fruit wafted lovingly through the kitchen, drifting between the bakers and through the hallway leading to the storefront. The scent tempted the awaiting patrons, each lining up before the display case of assorted pastries, pies, and cream-filled confections. Lucas, in his white apron and pastel name tag, saw that the ever-popular eclairs were running low. He left Beverly to tend to the customers as he went to gather more. Smiling, he reached into one of the racks in the kitchen and pulled out the fresh pastries to fill the empty tray.

“We’re going to need more eclairs ,” Lucas mused, “they’re almost all gone back here, too.”

“Well, what else is new?” Jonah laughed. “I’ll get someone on it once we’re done with these pies,” he said as he gestured loosely to the delectables around him. Lucas had helped unload the giant crates of peaches and blueberries that morning, and seeing their baked form made his mouth water. More than that, he longed to make one, perhaps with a cracker crust, carefully baked and topped with a little sugar. No, drizzled honey.

Jonah saw Lucas’ eager stare and questioned, “How long have you worked here now?”

“Oh, uh, about six months.” Lucas had briefly forgotten that he worked front of the house, not in the wonders of the kitchen, and began loading the eclairs again.

“Well, when you’re done refilling those come back. There’s something I want to show you.”

Lucas nodded, and continued the task at hand. His mind was in two places. One on the new recipes he could already imagine the taste of and the other a possible promotion. Somehow, the former dominated.

Once done, he walked around to the back and knocked on the door which was open. Mama had always been particular about manners. “Please, don’t be like the clueless kids these days. There’s a lot to be said for good ol’ manners.”

Jonah was rummaging through a shelf with his back turned towards the door. He turned around and smiled.

“Come on in. I wasn’t expecting you so soon. You are pretty nimble and I really like your attitude kid.”

Jonah was probably only 5 years older, but he had to grow up real fast once his father died of a heart-attack and his mother got stuck in time with the loss. That left Jonah to take over the family business, thrown in the deep end to pick up the missing pieces. That’s the thing with a heart-attack at 48. There are no plans for it and the ones you leave behind have to make sense of the rubble they inherit.

Lucas stepped in and sat on the sofa Jonah gestured to. This was definitely not a professional setting. He wondered what it was about. Jonah sat across him. Jonah grinned and threw some papers on the coffee table. Right on top of the pile, was a flight ticket.

“My ticket… one way ticket for now to take me to India. From there, I don’t know yet. I am going to travel the world. You Lucas, will need to take care of this place for me. Think of it as a loan. I am loaning you a business… a thriving one. You will take care of everything, make all the decisions, and keep 75% of the profits. What do you think? You up for it?”

Lucas could almost taste his new recipes.

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