The empty fridge
It was raining at night on the city of London, the fall breeze whipped people's hair around outside and sent shivers down their spines. Mycroft Holmes was sitting at his desk staring out the window overlooking all the excitement below. He had nothing better to do, nobody had texted or called him that day but he didn't care. He looked at the clock. 7:30. He had lost track of time and skipped dinner. He hadn't noticed it before, but he was starving. He got up slowly from his desk, his stomach growling, and started for the fridge. Empty. He started to close it but then noticed the white box on the very bottom shelf. He took it out and placed it on the table. As he lifted the lid of of the box he realized what it was. A cake, no writing, no frosting designs just this chocolate frosted cake. "What in the world?" he wondered aloud. He took out his cell phone and called his brother. It rang twice before he picked up. "What now."An annoyed voice said. "Sherlock did you send me a cake?" He asked. "What the bloody hell are you talking about Mycroft?" "A cake, somebody has sent me a cake, the box has my address on it but not a return one. I thought it might be you being bored or something." He said."Mycroft you know I'm busy with this Adler woman case you gave me, now leave me alone." Sherlock said as he hung up. He sighed and looked back at the cake. Somebody has to eat it Mycroft thought to himself and besides I haven't eaten since lunch. I shouldn't eat it though because it's not healthy, even though it does look amazing with it's chocolate frosting and the perfect round shape. Without thinking he grabbed a fork and carved a huge chunk out of the cake. Mycroft looked at it hungrily as he ate the entire piece. He smiled and felt better than before but as he tried to turn away he realized that he couldn't. He was fixated on the beautiful cake. " One more piece just one more and then I'll stop." Only he didn't stop, he didn't want to, he couldn't. He ate the second piece quicker than the one before. As he licked the chocolate from his lips he took another piece and another; with every piece he took it was larger than the previous one. Mycroft did this until the entire cake was consumed. Feeling much better about himself and a little drowsy he put his head on the table and instantly fell asleep dreaming of the next time he would find a cake.
