Damned Either Way
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The Twinkie is mushed and some of the cream is coming out, but as I pull it out of the wrapper, I can’t help but be gentle.
I found the single-serve pastry in a hollowed-out convenience store in downtown Birmingham a few days back. It’s the only thing resembling a cake that we’ve found on our way to Austin. In the aftermath of the apocalypse, all the grocery stores are empty as everyone panicked and stole every little thing they could get their hands on. Many of them are now hiding out in their houses during the night.
Those that are alive anyways.
I could make a cake myself, but we are never in one place long enough for me to find an oven and make one. With one arm, it’s a little…hard.
Besides, this is just a small ritual that I want to do myself. I don’t need to decorate it. I just need to…pay tribute. With the only kind of food that would survive the apocalypse.
I light the candle that I stuck in it, its soft glow flickering in the dying light. I give a small smile, feeling my heart break.
“Happy birthday, Amelia.”