What A Doughnut
by Sarah Lye
My mother and
I had went into town as we do twice a month, but
because of mothers busy schedule wed gone
in on a different day. It seemed to be the market
day in town, so there were lots more people
doughnuts, shouted a large friendly looking
man. I could smell the doughnuts cooking in the
tray of hot oil. The fresh sweetened rings were
pulled out of the oil bath and dipped straight
into a clear tub of sugar. My mother pulled on my
hand as if to say maybe later.
When we walked
past later, he had already started to pack up. I
felt a tear roll down my cheek and then looked at
bring you in to get some tomorrow. Id
taken that as a promise.
Next day, we
made our way through the crowd to find the
doughnut man. After pushing our way past a couple
of people wed gotten to the front of the
have some sugared doughnuts please?
Id asked the man in a courageous voice.
replied Im just waiting for my work
experience boy to bring some more sugar.
I saw a young
boy enter the side of the van with a large bag.
He emptied the contents into the sugar tub, and I
licked my lips.
were finally on their way, and I knew it when
they hit the sugar bowl. My mother paid as I
grabbed the bag. We started to walk away whilst
picking a doughnut each. I took a bite of my hot
treat, but as soon as it touched my tongue it
came straight back out.
not sugar, its salt! I almost
experience boy had got the wrong thing. What a