Post by Starr on May 18, 2009 19:43:22 GMT -5
Noralie walked into the bakery, and was greeted with a smell of rising yeast breads. The bell overhead rang as the door swung open. She felt for the money in her pocket, and held on to it. She was admiring the small gold pieces in her hand, she didn't even notice when she practically ran over a young man.