France - Alison Macpherson

All of the pastries were lined up in a straight row. Smooth, shiny chocolate oozed out of one end, and a scattering of icing sugar completed the flaky pastry. She couldn't decide which one she wanted, there was too much choice. She wanted one of everything. As she opened the door to the patisserie, she stumbled back and felt the strap of her handbag pull tight around her shoulder.