Victory Cake

“Chocolate!”

“Vanilla!”

“Chocolate!”

The two little wrestlers tackled each other to the ground.

“You got to choose the flavor of our victory cake last time!”

“No, you did!”

“No, you!”

They punched at each other and rolled around, dirt caking up their brightly colored costumes.

Just then, a woman with long dark hair came in, carrying a box in her hands.

“Dios mío, what are you luchadores doing there? Stop that and help me, chicos.”

They stopped fighting and eagerly ran to the table, where she was gently setting the box down. The two could see it was a cake – the cake – and they stared at each other determinedly.

“Vanilla,” nudged the red one.

“Chocolate,” murmured the one in yellow.

Hearing her boys’ whispers, she shook her head and smiled as she unveiled an all-white cake decorated with bright strawberries on top. The wrestlers’ jaws dropped.

“Yay, strawberry!” The little girl, who had been quietly watching the two boys roll around on the floor, ran up to the three. The two stared grumpily at her as their mother began slicing their cake.

With her biggest smile, the girl looked at the two with triumph. “I win!”

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For Drew.

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Image source: deviantart.com/endlessway/art/Maestro-cake-box-3-99584637
First written January 25, 2018.
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