A Little Stale, perhaps?
They were finally at ground zero- a colonial island seeped in history and renowned for the bakery. Its resident peacocks and antler flaunting deer drew many a visitor.
One among them exaggerated“Am drop dead tired and hungry.” Ignoring, the apple of her eye bolted to capture the paradise for eternity, in his camera. So the bread earner turned bread seeker, left in search for the much anticipated, hunger-appeasing famous Bakery. Having located it, he felt a joy greater than Archimedes. Laughter or tears? He stared disbelievingly at a signboard which humbly stated. “The last loaf baked in 1934”.