Strawberries and Ketchup

the platters ares set
on shiny metal counters
quickly hurriedly,as feet scurry around the wooden floor tops.
“ these could use something”
a small voice rings out from corner!
Grabbing a red bottle squeezing it tight!
Suddenly red ketchup flies!
Smears whip cream toppings, oozing
down,

down into the strawberry filling!

Ruining the once pristine white.

“oh what the fuck”
Scrambling feet hurry
but an old tired face
just smiles

smiles
holding a baby doll with her name on it