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The red velvet sponge cake was his favorite. We met for the first time at a pâtisserie when both of us reached for the last slice. Since then we have always been together. For twenty years we were married and had a lovely life together. And then she came in and took it all away. He left me for someone else, the day I was preparing this cake for him. Five years have passed and I still look through the kitchen window every time I bake this cake with the hope that the smell of it would bring him back.
This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 18th December 2015.