dough - a 100 word novel

Jaime may have become a baker because of his mother. Staying at home as a child watching her work the dough, first in the bowl where it was sticky and edges and almost fibrous, coming off on her fingers like a skin disease, then on the table getting fat and smooth like a boneless baby. The smell of yeast you could taste. The radio would be on, news and discussions, plays and music. Jaime never cared what the bread tasted like. If the feel of it, the smell and how it looked were right, nothing else was important to him.

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