Danke kuchen

I clutched the round capsule to me, struggling down the long dark avenue, exhilarated by the night and brief sweet vacuum of sugary chocolate gluten free vegan raspberry that puffed out when I creaked open the lid moments before, and the cold singing stars smelled of success, wafting me down the concrete like a German waife, and my leather boots ushered me past the cringing boutiques, I was their queen, a cake messenger, delighting in the autumn that I had learned to hate.