She bakes me in different sizes, adding vanilla pudding inside, warm like her heart no one sees. I’m frosty, they say, eyeing my cream cheese icing—the pudding, the interior, unseen. They swallow bundtinis, bite into bundtlets, slice bundt cakes. They cut or bite or swallow my heart. Like hers.

Shanti Chandrasekhar, who savors every bit of banana bundt cakes, wrote this story based on a prompt.