General

The sugar cube was as crystalline light as she held it aloft upon her palm, her hand arched, fingers quite safe, so that the horse could eat it with ease.

General

I see, you'll be my sugar cube, my teddy cub, the sweetness that shines with pure face, not a dice, not a gamble, yet always the real you, vulnerable and honest.

General

The sugar cube sits in neat order upon the saucer, all ready to sweeten the tea.

General

I set the sugar cube upon the cushion of my tongue and feel the sweetness spread.