a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


42. aisha




aisha, she was your favourite dessert. perhaps she was trifle and you loved unpicking each of her layers, or perhaps she was chocolate fondant and she made you all warm inside. she was a different kind of cake. there were so many aisha's in the world, but she had a secret ingredient that made her unique and you were the only one who knew what it was. even though she melted your heart like butter and cracked you like eggs, you measured your love in flour and savoured the taste of her caster sugar kisses. one day, you would whisk her away, and after nine months of baking in her oven, you'd welcome your little cupcake.

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