Ellie tore the vines and grasses from the chest, opened it and dug deep to the bottom,
To pull out a small package, wrapped in a plane leaf, darkly brittle.
Black, the cube of hard pudding.
Yellow, the icing, leached from the marzepane.
Her grandma’s wedding cake, her keepsake.
49 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Keepsake