The Smell of Baked Cookies


“You know that cookies don’t sell houses, right?” said her agent. “It’s quite the contrary,”

She sighed. “Maybe someone would like it this way, a home, like it was.”

And it wasn’t that long ago, she thought.

“You’re giving away your memories with the house?” the agent said, not really asking.

“Saying goodbye to my dreams,” she replied. “Maybe someone will buy them.”

Fresh dreams for sale.

The doorbell rang.

“Bye now,” she said, to no one in particular.