9:30a – I’m moving stuff around in the fridge to make room for my bread. I see the orange and pink lettering of Dunkin. I check and make sure no one’s looking before I lift the lid. Christ, it’s cinnamon. My mouth fills with water.
1:00p – Grab my sandwich stuff, check on the donut. Still there. Dessert?
5:45p – Everyone has left. Like a hungry viking, I throw aside condiments, lunch bags, and foil-wrapped miscellany and punch my hungry fist through the donut box. Before I even complete the first bite, I curse the one who didn’t throw it out.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Nick
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