The Bakery

There’s a large bakery with big shopping windows facing the street. The shelves are in the shadow and are clearly all empty. The machinery is unused and covered with dust.

Inside the store, close to the two wide glass doors, there’s a table with five big colorful cakes. Behind the table there’s a man, a black man.

At first you don’t see him in the dim light. He’s watching the table, not the cakes. The gaze on his face seems to be as dim as the room and as vacant as the shelves.

With his hands folded in his lap, he’s hoping for a sale or maybe just dreaming of a better place to be.

But the little he made - he did it in bright sparkling colors.