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 we’d gone
in on a different day. It seemed to be the market
day in town, so there were lots more people
around.
“Get your
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
my mother.
“I’ll
bring you in to get some tomorrow.” I’d
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 we’d gotten to the front of the
queue.
“Can I
have some sugared doughnuts please?”
I’d asked the man in a courageous voice.
The man
replied “I’m 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.
My doughnuts
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.
“That’s
not sugar, it’s salt!” I almost
screamed.
The work
experience boy had got the wrong thing. What a
doughnut!
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