The knife looked longingly at the large, chocolate cake on the table just a metre away. She looked so good, so ready for him - the knife that would change her life...But he knew he must wait.
While he waited patiently, he counted the silver balls on the side of the cake. They were so pretty, he thought, It's a pity it's going to go in their mouths.
He glanced around at the people milling about in their pointed birthday hats. A fat man shuffled over to the table and eyed the chocolate cake hungrily. The knife felt a burst of fury go through him. If that man lay his grubby fingers anywhere near her... The man sighed and sidled away.
And rightly so, the knife thought to himself, He doesn't deserve her. He wouldn't treasure her the way I would. And he knew she was made of the best. He had watched from his position on the table as she had risen from flour and eggs and butter and sugar and cocoa to this magnificent belle-of-the-ball he was now looking at.
He would be connected with her for at least a minute as they used him to cut into her. He would feel her. But then she would be scraped off him and he would be washed, never again to feel so connected with her. And she would be lost forever to this world.
And he? He would have to sit in the drawer and wait, patient as always, for the next birthday cake.
Ah, he thought, Finally - the birthday song! He smiled inwardly as the fat man picked him up and sliced through the saccharine chocolate cake.
Written by Clare Bear :P
Quite interesting :) Write more stories Clare :]
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