The Bakery

Huffing and panting, big Little Gary pulled himself up to the top of the hill. His face had turned a shade of tomatoey-red and his oversized shirt clung to his back, courtesy the sweat he had worked up climbing uphill. There was nothing more he would’ve liked than to sit down and take some rest. But he could not. He needed to do this. As if on cue, his large flabby belly sent out a loud rumble.


“Don’t worry, mate. We’ll be there soon!” he said, adjusting his shorts. Wiping the sweat off his brows, Gary started to walk downhill, taking care not to tumble-down as he usually did. He caught a whiff of the aroma of fresh-baked bread, even before he spotted the place. Willing his oversized body to go on, he covered the rest of the distance down the hill and stepped onto the narrow cobbled street. He took a moment to gather his breath. Sweat poured down the sides of his face, and he continued to breathe heavily. But a wide smile appeared on his flushed face, as he spotted the sign.


The bakery was huddled between a pawn shop and a money-lender’s office – both of them towering over this little outlet. Most of the space inside had been taken up by large ovens and shelves of appetising displays. Gary sighed as he saw the front door of the bakery. He was going to have to suck his gut  just to squeeze through it. For a moment, he hesitated.


Maybe, this was a bad idea, he thought. After all, he had been ordered by the doctor to eat healthy food and exercise well. But he had heard all his friends talk about this new place. They’d said that the bakery made the creamiest fondants and tastiest tarts. His stomach rumbled loudly once more, as thoughts of food took over his mind.


‘I’m only doing it for you, buddy!’ replied Gary rubbing his tummy, as he let the aroma of warm cookies lead him inside the bakery.


Gary patted his right pocket, and it jingled slightly  in response. His mom had cut his allowance, fearing that all the money they gave him was being used to buy burgers and cakes. Luckily, he still had a few shillings left.


‘What can I get you, son?’ asked the baker, glancing over the counter.  Gary paused for a moment, carefully eyeing the mouth-watering cakes on display.


‘What can I get for this?’ he asked in a timid voice, tiptoeing so he could empty all his coins on the counter. The baker counted the coins and frowned. ‘This one’s not giving me much business then’ he thought to himself.


‘You can pick one of those, boy’ he replied, pointing towards the lower shelf of the display.


Gary’s face fell slightly as he looked at what the baker was pointing at. It was a row of small cupcakes. ‘They still look delicious’ he thought, as he carefully observed them all, trying to decide which one to pick.


‘Oh, they all look so amazing! Can’t we eat them all?’ said a tiny voice inside his head. For some reason, it sounded like something his stomach would say. Ignoring the mystery voice, he picked the largest one of the lot. It was a small red velvet sponge, sprinkled with pink sugar dust. And on the top, there was a rich creamy vanilla frosting, with little chocolate chips in them.


‘You really shouldn’t be eating all this” said another voice – this one slightly gruff and sounding suspiciously like his doctor’s. You’re meant to be eating healthy!


Gary let out a loud nut nervous chuckle. He needed to ignore that voice and put on his beloved hat of ‘wishful thinking’. It always helped him tune out these idiotic conflicting voices in his head and focus on what he wanted.


‘If I lick off the frosting from this cupcake, it’s similar to a muffin. And Dr. Perry said that muffins are healthy!’ he muttered out loud, as he devoured the tasty cup cake.


Today is Day Six of the #BarAThon. The prompt is  : 'Wishful Thinking'

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  1. I love cupcakes and muffins…Healthy or not…I can’t get enough of them.
    Your detailing made me crave for one. I will definitely have it today. Nice post Sid.

  2. Ah! I can hear some rumbling! Hey, that’s my tummy! Hahaha! That was a yummy one, I mean, a good one. The cup cake, I mean! :)) Red velvet! Wow! Were you, too, drooling as you wrote this piece?

  3. I am glad I postponed reading this one more close to lunch, though the post’s image had been on my mind since I saw it first thing this morning! This is sinful Sid, this kind of graphic detailing of irresistible treats! Loved it!

  4. He he. Poor Gary. Last night I did a Gary and ate some dark chocolate. Wouldn’t have wanted to had it not been available. Sigh. How can anyone resist the aroma of a bakery? 🙂 I didn’t know muffins are healthy.
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    1. Haha! We can’t resist it, isn’t it? They are so yummy!
      Well, technically depends on the muffin. Not in the way he said it was 😜

  5. What a tempting read this one was. The smell from a bakery is the most appetising smell in the whole world. We have one close to the gym I go to and it’s just unfair. I loved Gary. How could I not considering I WAS Gary at some point? And without pocket money too.

    1. I’m glad you could relate to the story, Tulika. There’s a bit of Gary in all of us 🙂
      PS: People who put up bakeries near/opp to the gym – they must be shot!

  6. And the penguin rolled down the hill…
    The very first post that I read this morning after a 90 min sweaty workout at the gym is all about cupcakes. And with Shakira still crooning in my ears, too tempting.
    A yummilicious read indeed👌👌

    1. Buhahaha! Any relation to characters living or dead are purely coincidental – *eats cupcake* 😄

      Well, there may be some similarities

  7. I agree with Gary a cupcake is just a muffin with frills, and muffins are healthy. And now I am hungry, all this talk about baked stuff early in the morning, you know how much I loved them. Now I have to find some food.
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  8. The vivid imagery of the cakes and bakes brought out some rumbling sounds this side too and I am so thinking of that red velvet sponge, sprinkled with pink sugar dust and rich creamy vanilla frosting with choco chips. I know, it certainly is wishful thinking for me! *SIGH*
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