May 3, 2004

Callow cake

A siren waned in the distance. Wax covered the pink rosettes, icing dripped down, slipping the hues. A decorated corner was sweetened with drying crimson--sliced to imperfection.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at May 3, 2004 2:49 PM

Sirens don't "wane", do they? I thought they "wail". Or am I all messed up?

Posted by: Paige at May 4, 2004 12:35 PM

The siren is waning. It is decreasing in sound. I made this blog very ambiguous, but in accordance with the picture I think it portrays, the siren is waning in sound. Away from the scene...

Posted by: Amanda at May 4, 2004 3:31 PM

It makes me shudder because I think not-happy things when I read this one, dear. The "drying crimson; sliced imperfection" makes me think someone cut something they weren't supposed to.

Oh, I can't explain it better than that. I'll have to talk to you later about it *sigh*

Posted by: Karissa at May 4, 2004 7:08 PM

There is a story behind this one. I think I am going to make it into a short story. I just went to a birthday party and I thought about how people hate to age. I just watched The Royal Tennenbaums too. And yes, you are right about the theme of people cutting where they aren't supposed to. Sorry it disturbs you.

Posted by: Amanda at May 4, 2004 8:07 PM

's okay. I'd like to know the real story behind it, if you don't mind; being I've already got one concocted in my own mind, apparently.

Posted by: Karissa at May 8, 2004 6:09 PM

What are you thinking? I would love to hear your ideas before sharing my own.

Posted by: Amanda at May 9, 2004 1:07 AM
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