Tasty

An Inktober Drabble

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Clickety-clack, clickety-clack. The sound burrowed its way into her head, becoming the soundtrack of her life. How she longed for a different tune.

The factory was sucking her very bones dry.

She longed for something softer. Something sweet. Something tasty. She longed to open a bakery.

As she kneaded the dough, the spirit re-entered her bones. As she cut the cookies, she began to smile. As she removed her creations from the oven, joy spread through her very being.

It had been too long since she had felt such serenity and joy. It had been too long since she cared.