Aleks Ekelund

The chocolate cake

It was staring at me. The big, juicy piece of cake that Jane had placed on the table. The scent of chocolate made my mouth water, and I could feel some drool running past my lips ono the chair on which I was sitting. She had told me I was not allowed to touch it, that it was poisonous to me and that I would get extremely sick if I even tasted a small piece of it. I think she was lying; Jane simply did not like to share her chocolate. She never did. Oh, how many nights I had spent at her feet begging for a small taste, always to the same response.