by Bec Fary

I was at work, at an old job at a cafe run by a married couple. It was Valentine’s Day, or maybe their anniversary, and for some reason it was my job to make a gift to commemorate it.

I baked some biscuits, with lemon curd in between them (I clearly remember layering them with care).

On the packaging, I wrote that it was encouraging “to see two people work so hard together and truly be in love”. My message was scrawled on the packaging, and wouldn’t fit, so I ended up writing the message on the walls.

I awoke in a jumble of letters.

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