Clara

Lia Thorn

Leroy Moorehead

English

"Stop," ordered Marcos, sternly. He gazed at the cake in Eden's hand. 
"You can't have your cake and eat it too."
"Marcos, leave me alone. This is my cake! This is my birthday," she explained. "I can eat as much as I want."
Marcos was furious as she started to gobble his piece.

"Eden," Marcos warned. "If you don't stop eating that cake, I WILL take it from you."
"No!" Eden said with her mouth full. "You can't make me! Go away! I'm not sharing!"

The hopelessness in Marcos voice had started to emerge sometime after the tenth time he’d said those same words to Eden. He was beginning to feel it maybe no good, it had been four days since eden first sat. The table was coursed, Eden trapped to starve by its cruel illusion.

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