The smudge from her nose on the window was still there after she stood pressed up against the glass of the confectionery. A cloud of breath escaped her lips as she stood in the cold air, looking longingly into the brightly lit shop.

There it was, standing in all its trimmings and glory; the cake.

The cake had haunted her sleep the last few nights. She had dreams about the cake, always within reach but never quite within her grasp. But now, she could see the cake clearly, its outline and texture a sharp contrast with the white place card. It was then she knew.

The cake belonged to her.

His hand drifted, tracing a non existent line on the glass in between the two pastries. Back and forth, back and forth, but his eyes shifted. His eyes widened at the sight of the other shape that was on the counter. Behold, he saw the glory of the cake, with all its trimmings and perfect imperfections in front of him.

It was then he knew.

That was the cake he was looking for. The glorious cake he had to buy to give to that girl who kept reappearing in his dreams.

The cake's presence emboldened him with a sense of courage; and so he took it. Took it, and ran.


It's all coming back to me now.

It was all foretold in the prophecy, the prophecy