a story in 101 words
My darling will be ten tomorrow. He is asleep at the moment. He flickers his eyelashes sometimes, he must be having good dreams. While he sleeps, I bake a cake, a chocolate one. I ice it in white. Hes color blind, so I figure white will stand out. The smell awakens him. He looks up at me; I can tell that he knows Im up to something. What escapes his sleepy honeyed gaze, eyes bursting with love like broken teddy bear seams and Christmas? He doesnt know it yet, but tomorrow will be special. Ten is real old for a dog.