Lake Lewisia #1147

Considering ze had helped with the moving pond cookies, Paz worried this next creation would give away hir identity, but ze couldn’t shake the idea once it took hold. The trifle rested on a bed of ladyfingers, delicate and sweet, and the top frothed with whipped cream wave caps. It was the center, though, that dazzled: blueberry jelly, ever darker as the oceanic depths receded, was home to live fish, swimming lazily between columns of candied seagrass.

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LL#1147