The scent of fresh bread (that she often jokingly called it Toasty), the constant companion for years, now lingered only in Amelia's memory. Her bakery was gone, but not the love. In a field bursting with spring blooms, Amelia blew a shimmering bubble, its rainbow hues reflecting the setting sun.
Lily, her laughter echoing like wind chimes, chased the bubble, her tiny fingers reaching for the fleeting magic. It popped, sending sparkling fragments dancing in the air.
Amelia knelt, her heart brimming with a love fiercer than any oven. "Don't be sad," she whispered, "We may have lost the bakery, but we'll always have bubbles, and each other."
Lily, eyes wide with wonder, nodded, holding out her bottle. They blew more bubbles, painting the sky with laughter and fragile dreams, a testament to the enduring warmth.
Artists mixed in this are:
- Dain Yoon, a fine artist
- Thomas Kinkade, a landscape painter
- Anato Finnstark, a fantasy illustrator
- Cyril Rolando, a digital art painter