Drabbles are short pieces of fiction of exactly 100 words. I use https://randomwordgenerator.com/ to provide the prompt and I time how long it takes me to reach 100.
Every time I make this bread, I have to think about butterflies. There are any number of ways to occupy my mind while I’m kneading and kneading, flour shifting up my forearms like parasites climbing toward my heart. They would starve there, hence the butterflies. Their paper pretty wings make me smile. Flick and flutter and flying about the small garden at my window. I researched many plants to draw them close, hoping they can fill me with warmth while I knead. It is the only ingredient not purchased with credits, the only one I am always short of: love.