She Tried To Kick Me Off My Ranch Until The Police Learned The Truth

flowers and sponge smashing through the perfect composed expression, through the tiara, through everything she had spent the afternoon constructing.

The sound was something.

For three full seconds nobody moved.

Cake clung to her hair and her eyelashes and the front of the white dress. The tiara hung sideways off one ear. A pink sugar flower descended continue reading …