The master baker carefully placed the last of the roses. He stepped back to check the finished cake. A work of art. Commissioned for the special celebration today. The clock chimed, it was time. Hands deftly placed the cake on a trolley and wheeled it out of the kitchen.
Glasses clinked, a hum of voices, and soft laughter. With a crescendo, the band announced the arrival of the cake. Amidst oo-s and aah’s, the beaming couple held hands and walked towards it. With a large knife they sliced through the layered magnificence. A crimson liquid oozed out, forming a puddle around the pristine white cake. Gasps of admiration turned to horror…was that blood?!
Ah my dear Eva, for twenty years I have bled. Like you pierced my work of art, so have you cut my heart. Since the day you chose him over me. And left without a word.