The Cake

“Is that it?”

“That’s it?”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Oh.”

“What do you mean, ‘Oh’?”

“Well, I just thought it might be a bit more impressive is all.”

“It’s a cake. How impressive do you want it to be?”

“Impressive enough that when you reveal it to me I don’t just shrug my shoulders and say, ‘Is that it?’.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Oh.”

“Are you sulking because I didn’t like your cake?”

“Well it’s the first time I’ve ever made a cake. I thought you might be a bit more appreciative of my efforts.”

“How appreciative of your efforts do you want me to be?”

“Well, you could have said, ‘That’s nice’, or ‘I can’t wait to try it’ or ‘Isn’t it huge!’.”

“It’s only half an inch wide.”

“But quite tall.”

“Cake’s aren’t supposed to be tall.”

“We could lay it down. That way it’d look like a wide but not very tall cake.”

“But I’d know.”

“Know what?”

“I’d just know.”

THIS STORY DOES NOT HAVE A PUNCHLINE

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Notes:

1. Written in September 2020

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