Regretting Cake Takes Two

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