The serving

I had made something. It wasn’t quite a cake, nor exactly a biscuit. More like an inversion of a cake. An uncake, perhaps, existing solely between realms.

I served it with a void of tea along with a couple of molecules of antisugar arranged in a complex geometric shape that was neither platonic nor solid.

I poured the tea into mother’s best cup and put the uncake and the nonsugar in a saucer I fed the cats their food on, and placed by the side of the cup a spoon with a hole in it a magpie once brought me, and once the presentations were complete I carried them into the anechoic chamber and handed the unternoon refreshments to Ted.

I hoped and prayed and laughed