Sandra Crook

“Incredible,” says a woman to her companion, staring at the structure before them.  They are at a garden party celebrating the work of their favorite local artist.

“I agree,” says the man.  “It’s so powerful.  I think this might be her best yet.”

“Indeed.  A reminder of the fleeting nature of time.”

“Excuse me,” says one of the caterers, wearing a white smock and holding a sharp knife in her hand.  The couple gasps as she cuts into the structure delicately, removing a slice and sliding it onto a small, crystal plate and offering it to the woman.  “Cake?”

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