In the morning a mailman made his way up the sidewalk to a house where an old woman sat on a porch swing. Her grown son leaned on the rail eating a plastic wrapped snack. The mailman struggled with his bag groaning, "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."