Balloons line the wall of a room dimly
lit by a flickering light, under
which a table stands.

In the corner of the room rests a silent
telephone; on the table,
a feast is served:

four fried eggs, a three-bean salad,
two large fried fish fillets and
a birthday cake

a chocolate cake with twelve candles
unlit. At the table, a girl sits
with three other

empty seats and the makings of a broken
heart, awaiting guests who
may never come.

*** Header image by Adi Goldstein on Unsplash

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