These days, Mildred’s only company is her huge, cyclopean ginger tom.
He sits on the counter of her bakery in Croydon, tail going swisherswash and staring down her customers.
These customers include Zeus, Athena, and the man robbing her.
“I know you’ve got the food of the gods. Give it to me!”
So Mildred cut him a slice of cheesecake, which he ate, and to his consternation failed to become a god.
“This is just cheesecake!”
He was wrong. It was Zeus’ favourite cheesecake, and the old god had already paid the deposit on it.
Outside, stormclouds were rolling in.
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This story is for the charming collection of miscreants and weirdos I’m privileged to call my family, and is from the prompt ‘heavenly cheesecake and a one-eyed cat’.
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