One rainy Tuesday, a young baker named Elias saw Miss Akthios trip. It was a startling sight. One moment she was the statue of composure; the next, she was on her knees, her shopping bag spilling nothing but air onto the wet pavement.
"Because," she said, turning the heavy iron latch that clicked like the cocking of a gun, "if I set it down, the rest of you would float away." miss akthios
"Why?" Elias asked, breathless from the proximity to her pressure. "Why do you carry it all?" One rainy Tuesday, a young baker named Elias