The picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers this week is making me think of cake. Specially chocolate and cherry.
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Bitter Birthday Cake
Sally pulled on her anorak and flicked the hood up. She would sneak away.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
“But Mum!”
“I promised Gran a nice birthday cake.”
Sally clatter the mixer on the kitchen table and coughed as flour dust went up her nostrils.
Gran always laughed at her birth mark. She gave away her only puppy. Once, she locked her in the barn because of a biscuit. Always smacking and pulling her ear, nasty.
“She’ll be 100, it’s special.”
“Not long then.”
“Be nice, Sally. Think of the inheritance.”
Sally added a dash of laxative.
“Yes, special.” She smiled.
James McEwan 