‘Ghost eggs for you, my cutest!’

‘Shit, seriously!’

‘This is the coolest thing that could have happened’.

‘I can’t believe it, but how did you do it?’

‘You asked me if I knew how to break eggs. Fuck, yeah, I’m no beginner. Let me take a picture’.

At the bottom of the fuchsia bowl, two yolks are intact and make the eyes, the third has broken perfectly to form a mouth with a tongue sticking out.

‘I’m so happy, you know I like ghosts so much… This day is special. We woke up early, but for good reason. I’m a bit tired though…’.

‘You’re always tired’.

‘At least I’m honest, you pretend nothing’s wrong and as soon as we go to bed you fall asleep’.

‘Sure, if we decide to sleep, I’ll sleep’.

‘That doesn’t make sense what you said’.

‘Indeeeeed!’

‘Think about the cake, I’m hungry’.

‘Yes, keep it up and I’ll eat it alone’.

‘Because it’ll suck’.

‘Fine, a whole chocolate cake for me’.

‘I’m gonna set the table. How do you want me to set it? I’m at your beck and call’.

I choose two different napkins: mine is green with colorful balloons drawn on it, hers is fuchsia with lots of little hearts and those three overused words everywhere.

‘Time to read the horoscope, maybe I’ll know if I’m getting poisoned from your ghost cake…’.

‘But if you’re dying, you cannot do anything, there’s no time’.

‘Scorpio. Shut up. Or maybe, you could say to me your last kind words and gentle wishes for me… Alas, I’m dying, I can feel it, I can smell it, I’m eating it!’

‘You’re not dying, idiot’.

‘But your cake has a ghost inside that now it is inside you and me!’

‘This ghost tastes so good…’

‘I must admit that yeah, dying can be addictive… But please, attention now. Today special edition of the horoscope for special people. Opposite signs together. Let’s see… Scorpio and Taurus, here we are’.

‘Ahah, cool, you’re inventing everything, but I’m curious now, say it!’.

‘And here it goes. Scorpio and Taurus: lots of chocolate for you. And with a lot, I mean a lot. Van Gogh’s Starry night where the stars are made of chocolate: can you even imagine? Ghosts will come around, eventually in a shape of a giant chocolate cake. If that’s by chance the case, Scorpio, please, eat properly, and please, clean your cute Scorpio nose… You have a napkin there, haven’t you seen it?‘

About Flavia Cristalli

Flavia, who also calls herself The Waves, was born in Milan where she currently lives, although she hopes to move abroad soon, somewhere in the north. She holds a PhD from the University of Florence in Art History, and is now training as an Art Therapist. She likes to see the world through queer eyes, because that's how and when magic happens. Her spiritual guides are Sue Bird and Céline Sciamma and (she really wants that the world knows it!), with Céline she also holds a photograph.

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