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Regretting Cake Takes Two

Rachael looked sheepishly like a hawk in disguise claws clenched meticulous sharpened
yet hidden her sullen face pressing wrinkled no motion frosted lips the icing on the cake
It had meant to be such a happy occasion armistice peace offering one last final relaunch resolution presented in vain but sourced from a chalice of communion composed in intent

Morten had gathered firewood and lit the old oven smoke in the chimney dust and grime
on his face then he mixed cream flour eggs cherries chocolate and an olive branch in mind
He considered in jest to add some laxative to the mix to loosen things up since her words and emotions at times lacked flow but constipation or not he refrained from his mischief

She had never been a sparkling fountain of words silence prevailed for a flash of eternity 
now her eyes shone motionless darkness a skill she had refined polished and crafted on
stifling securing control ‘I am not having cake I am on a diet ‘how could he have known
when they had not shared bed table or kitchen but when she prized a priceless expression

Morten gathered the picture no kilo-joules in no conveyance of meaning out from rigidified
hollow rims of the shrivelled furrow crumpled crunched up jaw depicting the moment and
much of her tune ‘Look it is cherries not belladonna berries adorning the cake’ he tried for a joke not ‘slim line super fast’ he thought while time kicked forth in slow motion and rigor

Black Forest Gateau still slightly frozen quite balanced it seemed but the metaphor dawned of an ‘Inuit’ concealed veiled in pelted lingo exchanging words with a bubbling ‘Sangoma’
again and once more repelled by the icy speechless complexion excommunicated exchange
caked in rime memories misunderstandings vapours slowly condensing prismatic encounter

Rachel propelled the propitiatory present meant to reconcile straight into his face where it
congealed source essence and plight of what was fading had faded long lost colour for bad
Morten had always enjoyed a slice of cake or three for good measure as food for the soul
now he regretted the cake and the cherries history treaded paths and the party was over

It was fortunate that he had baked with a last effort of passion to retrieve what had soured utilized ‘Sprinkled Star Dust’-vanilla sugar cinnamon powder not ‘super Glue’-concrete mix
to rise and flow with the occasion Morten retreated long overdue a badge of injured honour left on his face he’d get over regrets of the baking and the smeared rancid captured throw 

But for now and that moment the low blow of projectile remorse left Morten with plenty 
to ponder with no comforted pleasure only misgivings anguish and a pang of regret

08th August 2016
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