a change of heart.

And just like that,
with one quick flick of the wrist,
he knocked the bowl and cake batter off the kitchen table,
letting it spatter violently all over the flowered wallpaper and the floor,
for he was tired of making cakes for others
who didn't appreciate his baking.
"This time, someone can bake a cake for me," he decided
as patted the flour out of his clothes,
got in his car, lit a cigarette
and drove off into the day.