Wheel of Fortune

February 17, 2020

Birthday Cake

It's hard to believe how much blood can spew from a vein cut by a paring knife. My smart watch tells me it's only been 15 minutes, still there must be half a glass full pooling on the tablecloth. The room is unspeakably quiet and still. Eight chairs encircling the table, all empty. Eight candles, one for each decade, unlit in a birthday cake decorated with roses and sunflowers, my favorites. There are open engraved name cards at each place setting. But none of the children have come. My friends are all dead. I am old, and lonely. I have the birthday cake all to my self.


The Cook's Tarot: Eight of Wands--Empty chairs, and empty tables.


Prompt words: glass, open, watch