The Women's House: A Breadcove Bay Short Story: Breadcove Bay

By R.S. Kellogg

She wants help with a burden impossibly heavy yet completely invisible to the eye…

            The Women's House looks simple, tiny even, from the outside.

            Velli stands just inside the front garden gate of the small gray building on the corner of Pines Street.

            She came because she heard the Women's House helps ease heavy things women carry on their shoulders, in their minds, and in their hearts.

            In a world where high society wives must cater to their house and to their man, Velli seeks a way to ease what is invisible yet heavy enough on her heart to drag her down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.S. Kellogg
• Release date: Jul 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201562465

R.S. Kellogg

 R.S. Kellogg writes in the fantasy Breadcove Bay series, as well as exploring other story worlds and non-fiction topics.

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The Women's House: A Breadcove Bay Short Story

Breadcove Bay

R.S. Kellogg

Published by R.S. Kellogg, 2021.

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Dedication

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The Women’s House didn’t look like much from the outside.

Velli stood just inside the gate of the front garden of the little gray one-story building on the corner of Pines Street.

It was located, improbably, toward the edge of the Central District of Breadcove Bay—the busiest part of the city, where most buildings stood three to five stories tall, shoulder to shoulder with no gaps between.

The Central District was a center of commerce and the arts, and the single-story Women’s House, tucked away in its garden toward the edge of all the busy-ness of Pines Street, felt as if it were some kind of a sanctuary. There were no murals on the outer wall as there were on several destination buildings in the Central District, and it was painted gray rather than the customary Breadcove Bay white.

In fact, it almost blended in with the gray shadows of the tall pines and oak trees of its garden.

That was another thing that made it stand apart.

Very few of the buildings in the Central District had much of a garden, let alone huge trees.

The garden for the Women’s House was