Summer At Little Beach Street Bakery - Plot & Excerpts
Jayden was crating up the van and didn’t see it. ‘Huckle!’ Huckle was awake, had got up when he smelled one of the many different coffee roasts Polly had been trying out in the kitchen for Nan the Coffee Van. Everyone was caffeinated all the time. He ran down the steps in twos. ‘What?’ Polly held it up. It had been lying on the front doorstep. ‘What is that?’ ‘What do you think it is?’ Huckle rubbed his eyes. ‘A feather?’ ‘A feather. Yes.’ Polly looked around. ‘An oily black feather. Who do we know who has oily black feathers?’ Huckle frowned. He’d thought this was kind of over. Polly walked down another couple of steps. There was another one. ‘Oh Pol, come on, you don’t think…’ ‘Who leaves a trail of black feathers?’ ‘A sinister Yakuza gang,’ said Huckle. ‘Come on, I have three stops today, all beauticians, and you know what they’re like.’ Polly wasn’t listening.
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