Tuesday 14 January 2014

Happy Birthday of the year.

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There’s a cake on the back seat of the car.

The car is parked outside an office; the cake is a banana one with chocolate dripped over it.

The driver is inside the office; he’s been there all day.

Look, here he comes.

He opens the door and sits down.

He smiles.

He inhales deeply.

He licks his lips.

He looks in the rear view mirror.

He can see the cake, or is he about to reverse?

Would she forgive him if he ate it now?

He IS hungry.

She said she wouldn’t when he asked yesterday morning.

He reverses.

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