A Piece of Cake: Foreshadowing in my Own, Real Life

And Im hoping my New Years Eve fortune holds a longer-range, figurative meaning in addition to its immediate, literal one. Im hoping its prophetic, foreshadowing that my manuscript, swarming with breezes, will accomplish publication this year– will end up being a real book, one I can hold in my hands, turning through its pages, relishing its existence the method I do a piece of chocolate cake.

Today is my birthday. In the world as we know it, birthdays and cake are associated. In the world of An Expected End, my unique manuscript, deathdays and cake are also associated. In fact, cake features quite prominently throughout the story. Marshall discovers his deathday at Shyndigz, a genuine pastry shop in Richmond, Virginia. And although he is eating their signature oatmeal cream pies, as opposed to cake, while he dials into the Hotline to get his main Date of Departure (DoD), Shyndigz is also understood for among my preferred menu items, their salted chocolate caramel cake.

I let him in and set the cake down on the counter, every intent of savoring it after the Chinese takeout we had actually bought for supper with a couple pals. As we finished our lo mein and rice and pot stickers and egg drop soup, I eyed the piece of cake on the counter. Just a minute later, I was sinking my fork into the wet chocolate cake, savoring the thick chocolate icing and salted caramel goodness of the slice.

On New Years Eve, the 5th day after The Day I Did Not Get Cake, the doorbell called simply as it was getting dark outside. Throughout his lunch break, he had driven downtown to get me my long-awaited piece of cake.

” No, seriously. What else?”.

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On New Years Eve, the fifth day after The Day I Did Not Get Cake, the doorbell called simply as it was getting dark exterior. When I addressed it, my spouse was standing on the front patio, holding out a plastic container in which rested the ideal piece of Shyndigz salted chocolate caramel cake, complete with a to-go cup of extra salted caramel spread. Throughout his lunch break, he had actually driven downtown to get me my long-awaited piece of cake. He has actually been forgiven.

Sunday, my other half came house from mountain cycling in Richmond with our nephew. “I stopped at Shyndigz on my method house,” he told me.

Just recently, cake has actually likewise featured prominently in my own, actual life.

” Oatmeal cream pies.”

” I didnt get anything else.”.

” Nothing.”.

He laughed at the utter shock that needs tove been on my face. “Sorry?” He was still laughing.

” You didnt get me any chocolate cake?” I was incredulous, still sure he must be kidding, dragging the joke out as long as he could.

Today, being my birthday, is also likely to involve cake in some capability, at some point.

I was in a hurry and I just didnt believe to get any cake.”.

I waited on him to break down, and admit, cackling, that a breeze waited on me on the cooking area counter. When he didnt, “What?” I said.

Never ever has there been a truer fortune than the one I got on New Years Eve. (Sidenote: The above is just a third of the actual piece of cake, which will likely last me 3 to 4 sittings.).

For the course of the week, I lost no opportunity to remind him of the reality that he had actually gone to among my preferred bakeries where they make one of my favorite cakes, and ignored to bring a piece house to me. I mustve found a way to work his negligence into each and every single day at least two times.

In its last role in the manuscript, cake functions again when (** spoiler alert **), after Penelope has passed away, Marshall bakes a birthday cake from one of her recipes for their child, Evergreens, birthday.

On New Years Eve, the fifth day after The Day I Did Not Get Cake, the doorbell rang simply as it was getting dark outside. When I addressed it, my hubby was standing on the front porch, holding out a plastic container in which rested the best piece of Shyndigz salted chocolate caramel cake.

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Maybe among the most crucial functions cake plays in the manuscript is that of being the factor Marshall fulfills Penelope. He goes to her bakery, The Cakery, an imaginary pastry shop in Richmond, to select up a deathday cake for a coworkers office deathday celebration. Later on, on his thirtieth birthday, he revisits The Cakery to buy himself a birthday cake, which is actually just an excuse to see Penelope once again. He is eating the last piece of that birthday cake when he realizes how knowing his deathday has actually altered his viewpoint on life and the way he lives it: Life resembles a breeze; he savors each bite, but knows each bite moves him closer to the last bite, and ultimately, to say goodbye to cake.

And although he is eating their signature oatmeal cream pies, as opposed to cake, while he dials into the Hotline to get his main Date of Departure (DoD), Shyndigz is also known for one of my preferred menu items, their salted chocolate caramel cake.

” What did you get?” I asked.

Definitely, he was pulling my leg.

Marshall is eating the last piece of his birthday cake when he understands how understanding his deathday has actually altered his point of view on life and the method he lives it: Life resembles a breeze; he savors each bite, however understands each bite moves him closer to the last bite, and eventually, to say goodbye to cake.

Cake also features in the story when Marshalls coworkers, much to his chagrin, surprise him with an office deathday celebration, complete with deathday cake.

” Are you severe? You went to Shyndigz and didnt get me any cake?”.

He is eating the last piece of that birthday cake when he recognizes how understanding his deathday has actually altered his viewpoint on life and the way he lives it: Life is like a piece of cake; he savors each bite, however knows each bite moves him closer to the last bite, and ultimately, to no more cake.

” What else did you get?” I asked, taking for given that he also brought back a piece of salted chocolate caramel cake for me.

” No. Really. Im not lying to you. I remained in a rush and I just didnt believe to get any cake.”.

” No, seriously. Nothing.”.

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