Wedding cake-in-the middle of the road It was a big pink cake… covered with strawberries, sprinkled with chocolate flake. It was at least the size of two years a child, iced with enough white chocolate to last for five years. The cake had a soft, spongy base with a row of perfectly positioned strawberries drizzled with chocolate. A miniature replica of the bride and groom stood hand in hand on top of the cake. Already the ants and flies were feasting on the rich icing. One fly was trapped under a giant strawberry. It buzzed wildly as it fought to escape. The smell of the wedding bells lingered, it was almost as if they chimed as soon as you saw the cake, sitting like stubborn donkey in the middle of the road. It was the perfect wedding cake, so big and pink… but amongst the breath taking site and rich odour was a lonely and forgotten memory of a bride and groom – never to be seen again. And as you step closer to the wedding cake, it would reveal itself. A note… stained with the blood of the bride it read… “Until death do us part!”