A line of headlights appeared like a string of pearls sparkling on the dark road. Light beams shone on a broken sign that dangled above the entrance of an overgrown path leading up a hillside. Delivery trucks sped passed the sign that read, The Bak and raced up the hill to a deserted building made of stone with curved walls and twisted smokestacks. The vehicles drove through boarded-up dock doors into the building. Almost instantly lights flickered on and smoke billowed from the chimneys.

In the morning a mailman made his way up the sidewalk to a house where an old woman sat on a porch swing and a man leaned on the rail eating a plastic wrapped snack. The mailman struggled with the bag and groaned, "Boy, it is a heavy load today. There is an announcement to every house in town about the reopening of The Bakery."

"That broken down old place?" The man laughed as he shoved the cake into his mouth. "Who is going to run it, the rats?"

The old woman held out her hand to take the announcement. Her eyes twinkled as she swung gently. "When I was a child that bakery made the most wonderful desserts. They were fabulous..." Her eyes saddened when she remembered, "Then one day it closed without warning. The workers just disappeared."