callmeemily: ([misc] mental facepalm)
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--Four batches of cookies. Four batches of the world's simplest cookies, and they'd all sucked. Every single one of them. One batch was burned on the edges with raw insides, the other she'd used salt instead of sugar (that was a nightmare), one she'd forgotten to put in the butter, and now, this.

She didn't even know what happened. Raleigh sat on Spencer's front porch, her crutches leaning against the railing as she did what she never thought she'd have to do again: she was scraping the burnt bottoms off the cookies with a butter knife, scowling. This? This hadn't happened since she was six.

What the hell was wrong with her?

"Damn it," she said to herself when she realised she only had a sliver of cookie left, and she made a face, putting it on the plate of 'salvaged' ones - or chips, really. They were mere shadows of the cookies they should have been.
callmeemily: ([uhoh] unconscious 2)
For the first time in months, there was something off this Saturday morning. Birds sang, the sun beat down - but there was no smell of baked goods in the air. Usually, the blocks around the Seaside Bakery would smell like cinnamon rolls and donuts until at least eleven - but this morning, there was nothing.

There wasn't even a closed sign on the door; it was locked, but to anyone who peered inside, the kitchen was dark and the usually overflowing bakery case was empty.



There was no easy explanation; Emily hadn't been at the wine tasting the night before, so there was no way she was hung over at home; if anyone asked her landlady, her room was just as it would normally be - with no one in it, at this time of day.

It turned out that she was somewhere else entirely, and those cases would remain empty.

Sunday, too - this time, there was a sign taped to the door that's handwritten - from the man who owned the Seaside. Have you seen Emily? No call, no show, didn't go home last night. Still, there were no answers.

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