PEACE

2 Months Later

Trust what a fragile emotion like a glass. Once it’s broken doesn’t matter how hard you try to stick it back together, try to pull it altogether, it leaves cracks. Edna trust over the chefs who make it seems like making crepes early in the morning is the easiest task, break apart.    

Edna glared hard at the rebellious batter of crepes sizzling in the hot pan, turning a shade of charcoal for the nth time. Huffing a breath, she scrapes down the pan, in a plate, which held so many proofs of her failed attempts at making crepes.

“Okay!” She took a deep breath, taming down her frustration. Putting the pan on the stove with much more than required force, she again took a ladle of batter. Pouring it over the sizzling butter on the pan; twirling pan to fill every inch of pan with batter.

“ Why?!!” She whined out as she tried to flip the crepes. The once perfect round shape turned