Insinuate – Word

“What are you trying to insinuate?”

“There were two cakes in that fridge last night, and now there are only one. I didn’t eat it, so it must have been you.”

The evidence was there in glorious technicolour – one cake, with strawberries on top, but Maurine was sure it wasn’t her that ate that delicious, cream filled cake. She would have remembered? Wouldn’t she?

“I didn’t eat the cake, I said we would wait till today, when you got home from work. I promise you . . . ”

David’s eyes narrowed, as he clasped the plate in his hands, and poked a fork through the moist cake. Stabbing it with a frenzy she had never seen before. Had he really lost his mind over dessert?

“What’s got into you?”

“There was something in that cake, didn’t you . . . notice . . .”

“You’re scaring me now. Notice what?”

“The ring, there was a ring inside the cake. There isn’t a ring in this cake, so you must have eaten it.”

Scamp wandered in the kitchen, and his eyes fell upon the cake. There was tiny layer of cream around his mouth. He stared at the other piece of cake like it was the missing part of his life.

How he got inside the fridge wasn’t clear, and leaving one behind, even less so, but David had his coat on, and Maurine scooped him up. A vet’s bill wasn’t what they expected today, but they would do anything for her four legged baby.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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