Episode Two

That Time I Was Reincarnated as a Sourdough Starter: Episode Two

Running, as it turned out, wasn’t the best idea. Whoever had mopped the stairs that morning had left a puddle of water at the bottom of the stairs and I slipped, hit the bucket out sourdough starter lived in, and fell headfirst into it.

The bucket was bug but it wasn’t that big and I expected to hit the bottom relatively quickly but, much to my surprise, I sank and kept sinking. And sinking. And sinking. And sinking. The bubbles that expanded and popped around me tickled my skin and after a while, it occurred to me I should have needed to take a breath and yet, felt as though I had plenty of air in my lungs.

After a time, the sensation of sinking became one of rising, both up through the mass of flour and yeast and like the perfect batch of bread dough. More bubbles, bigger ones that exploded with audible pops, pushed me to a bank covered with bright orange grass and dotted with vivid, purple flowers. With their help, I rolled onto land.

Rolled?

“Hi. You must be new here,” a voice said.

I looked up. And up. And up some more.

A pair of green eyes looked down at me. Olive green eyes. Green olive eyes.

Green olive eyes and a split basil-leaf mouth. In a baguette.