That morning, he expected to go to his bakery off the corner of Allison.<br> He expected to open for business with little to no interruptions, <br>expected to get ready for the morning and afternoon rushes. He expected <br>one of the local delinquents to drop by and deliver some cupcakes in <br>exchange for some spending money. He expected to take inventory of <br>everything in his store, just before realizing he was out of blueberry <br>muffins. He expected to finish up three wedding cakes with a <br>happy-go-lucky smile and bitter resentment just bubbling below the <br>surface. In other words, he expected to live out an ordinary day in his <br>ordinary life. <br>
What he didn’t expect, however, was to find a monster shivering on the steps of his porch.
He had raven hair, with muddy blue eyes hiding behind his bangs. He was <br>pale and, from the way he was curling up inside himself, frail. Even in <br>the dark, Gavin could make out his emaciated frame and ugly wounds. When<br> the creature looked up at him, he snarled, similar to that of a feral <br>animal. <br>
But what really surprised Gavin were the wings on his back.
Laurel Black is a writer who enjoys eating, sleeping, and dreaming of nothing in particular. She finds inspirations in various video games and movies, as well as other books. You can learn more about her on her blog, https://thetragedyoflaurelblack.wordpress.com.