Smokey by Sam Crescent

Author:Sam Crescent [Crescent, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

According to the realtor, there wasn’t a lot of interest in buying a shop so small. Where Ava had found it charming, others found it really small. Her bakery was enough for a one-woman operation, and so one month after the attack, she still hadn’t found anyone to buy her bakery.

Then there was the trouble with her home. She’d loved the place and had gotten it at a bargain price because it had been on the market for so long.

They were living in difficult times and with those times, no one wanted to buy a place out of the town or a city.

She sat in her yard, drinking some fresh lemonade she’d just squeezed. The lemons had been on sale at the grocery store. They’d looked amazing, and she couldn’t resist a bargain.

Now with an abundance of lemons, her creative desires were in full flow. She wanted to bake. Her hand was improving. She’d gone for another X-ray and the doctor was happy with the improvements. He didn’t think for a second she’d need surgery and she’d be able to work with it within another month.

Not being able to do anything but sit and eat was starting to get to her. She didn’t want to stay indoors all the time.

The nice warm weather offered a slight reprieve, but again, it wasn’t enough to stop the itch to do something.

Eating ice cream had lost its appeal. So had eating herself out of house and home. It was why she’d ended up at the grocery store, and now back in her yard, drinking lemonade.

What she hadn’t realized was that there was a fair in town. She’d been so out of the loop with everything.

As she sat drinking, loneliness began to creep in.

Would it hurt for her to go and enjoy the fair for a couple of hours? To be around actual people?

She finished off her glass of lemonade and decided it was time to get off her ass, to go enjoy some other company.

Ava placed the jug in the fridge, changed from her shorts to a blue summer dress with white roses on the front. She called a cab because she didn’t like driving with her hand. She was taking every single precaution when it came to helping the healing process.

At the door, she gave herself one final look in the mirror. Most of the bruises had faded. The worst ones around her eye still had some slight mottling to them. Her lip had healed up as well. Her hair, she hated it. The hairdresser had done what she could to fix the hacked locks, but she missed her long hair. She’d gone out of her way to grow it.

Just another thing they’d taken away from her.

Squaring her shoulders, she heard the cab’s horn, letting her know it was here. She locked her home and made her way to the cab. Climbing in the back, she told him where she wanted him to go. He took her there without making any conversation.

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