“We have a traitor in our midst.”
They stood around the cake, perfectly round but for the one slice of empty space.
“Isn’t traitor a bit too much?”
“A breach of trust, no matter how small, is still a breach. A wound left untreated will fester. Whoever ate this slice needs to fess up before they get found out.”
They eyed each other, but no one spoke up.
“Why so serious?”
A deep voice cut through the silence, drawing their attention to…
“Where did you get that cake?”
A careless finger pointed at the cake on the table. “Right there.”
Genre: slice of life