Wednesday, August 15, 2012

100 Words a Day 11


The aroma of the bread spread slowly through the village, riding on the gentle summer breeze. It touched the noses of everyone it passed, inducing many of the inhabitants to salivate in anticipation and causing everyone’s stomach to rumble. The odor wafted onward, reaching the noses of the village animals. Those that could, mostly dogs and cats, began slinking towards the ovens, hoping to get a still-warm morsel later that afternoon. Soon, the entire community was saturated by the fragrance of baking bread. As the day wore on people began to congregate around the ovens, waiting for the fresh bread.

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