Julia looked at the window of a small pastry shop. A voice from inside said
A small, old woman was standing behind the counter.
I have been waiting for you, the old woman said.
I have never been here before, Julia said.
I know, but as I see you it is like you have come here every day since you were born.
Julia looked around her. Behind the wood and glass counter, there were four mound shaped cakes and nothing else. The smell took her breath away.
People do not understand, the old woman said, how everything is incredible. You see airships in the sky, animals at night, fishtrains under water, floating islands. People do not understand it all, the woman said.
Julia pointed to the mound shaped cakes.
I think I’d like one of those.
A Pliers Cake.