“Cake (27)” by yr

He leaned over the table, holding onto the birthday hat on top of his head to keep it from falling, and blew—then the cake exploded. He flew backwards, crashing against the wall. As his skull shattered and hundreds of tiny, bone fragment spikes began to puncture his brain, he couldn’t help but think:

“Did I blow out all the candles?”

—yr

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About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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