“Why don’t you throw away rotten stuff from the fridge? This cake is past its expiry date.”
He yelled as he threw out several things from the fridge, and she was hit by a can or two.
It is probably the relationship that has outlived its expiry date.
She remembers his words so clearly, as he had showed her the flowing river behind the house they had just bought.
“This is the icing on the cake.”
Yes. The cake was rotten, so the icing did not help much.
An hour later, she was packing her bags to leave, by the last boat that left in the evening, for an unpredictable, but better life on the other side.