by Sukruti Anah
Beautiful heart-shaped strawberry halves sat softly in the freshly whipped cream – waiting to be scarfed. The cake crumbled with joy before me as I gently scooped myself a slice – or should I say half the cake. The silken clotted cream grazed the new strawberries with a piquant touch of red. The dusted sugar lightly melts in the mouth. The wholeness of the fruit satisfies me as I place my silver spoon down with my eyes closed, and a serene smile on my face.
Cake Baked by Sylvia Scott, London