THE APOLOGY

“An unacceptable apology”. she anguished, “If only I could take back those foul words!” Tears of shame sizzled on the stove.

The  iron cookstove went cold. The aroma of yeast evaporated. The loaf collapsed into itself making a thick putty then disassembled; sugar crystals reformed, water slipped back into the metal dipper,salt flew back into the salt cellar.
The flour funneled back into the barrel which was carried, clop-clip, backwards to the mill, rained  back on the millstone which reversed with a clank and clamor, recreating perfect grains of wheat. More bread now, more time, three less words to eat.

Photo Prompt by Sandra Cook

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