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Birthday Cake
A Story Every Day in 2023 July 13th 195/366
"I never bought you a fucking cake."
"Why not?"
"Why not? Who ever buys me a cake? Eh?"
"You don't like cake."
"Don't tell me what I like!"
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"You're too old for cake anyway. 50 years old! You're not a fucking toddler!"
"I just thought..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"No, go on. You've started now. You've obviously got something to say, so say it."
"I'm 50."
"So?"
"Cake would have been nice. To celebrate."
"Who wants to celebrate being 50? Who wants to celebrate getting old?"
"I do."
"Fuck me. Well, you'll have to do it without cake."
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100 words
What a birthday. Anyone want to start a whip-round to get her some cake?
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Comments (10)
I want cake. I also want a bouncy castle. My wife is horrified! She’s got until September! Great story!
I loveeeeeeeeee cake but just not on my birthday, lol!
Who invited the poop to the party? Where’s my Willow? Once again you conjured a convincing slice of life even if it included a repulsive, misanthropic ass, Rachel. Be careful in the US. We have more than our fair share of those here.
The all dialogue worked so well! Captured a relationship dynamic so effectively in just a few words!
Urgh, horrible! This argument is sadly realistic, though, and very well-written. I hope she gets her cake some way - and maybe a divorce? 🤞
Well-wrought! Not having cake is a good way to allay the disappointment of not being able to have our cake and eat it too, I suppose. I prefer to have the cake and eat it myself... all of it... myself. Hehe...
my husband turns 50 soon and i imagine this will be the argument we have. so relatable!
EVERYBODY likes a cake. Even diabetics! A cake says it all! Without it, you might just as well mumble "Happy somethin or other" in passing.
Yikes! One may not get cake, but the other is another 4 letter word that starts with C. This felt so real.
Oh dear...I do hope this isn't echoing reality, chum. Loved the way the argument came off the screen and felt real. Felt like you know when your mate's parents would have an argument or they would argue with your mate when you were there and you'd just be in the corner of the room hoping the world would suck you up! lol. Palpable.