Deals Breadman Games - Demon

The Third Loaf

“Tuesdays?” I asked.

He held up a single die. Not bone. Not plastic. Kneaded. Faces shifting like rising sourdough.

It came to rest on .

The breadman clapped softly. Flour puffed from his palms. “Game’s begun, player.”

“What do you do with the Tuesdays?”

He tipped his cart. Out tumbled not bread, but breaths. Little grey puffs labeled with names. He picked one up, sniffed it like a baguette. “I bake other deals.”