inkwash sketches from some neighborhood walks: - low key lakeside park - kitchen of a floating home I visited - corporate public space, contemplating the power of a private entity - the interstate highway is a shelter from drizzle
Anonymous asked: I know it's kinda similar to your food truck au (which is amazing), but you could write a bakery au. Or something completely different, like lawyers or a tattoo shop au.
alright anon! this is quite close to the food truck au and im sorry about that. in fact it originally started as backstory for food truck max and i suppose it still could be in some ways but it turned into something else by the end. thank you for sending me this!!! baking is such a nice warm comforting thing to write about.
It would not surprise Max to learn that many of the men he knew in service came back to live their lives soft and quiet and careful. The noise of war is a hard thing to dull but sometimes all it takes is a gentle noise or the curve of talcum powder skin. Sometimes that’s enough to quiet the roaring, to smother the great, terrible space perched behind eyes and under fingernails. He exchanges letters with a man who once flew helicopters and now grows poppies. He exchanges letters with a man who once had command of hundreds and now walks his children to school and drinks coffee and a little whiskey in the evenings. It’s true he also exchanges manic phone calls with a man who once disabled bombs and now sits in an armchair while his house rots around him, but Max chooses the softness of a bakery for himself. He is too brittle to fight much more than stubborn bread dough.
