The Hole In the Donut

I have a sweet tooth I’ve tried to tame, but we still arm wrestle, when he quite often wins the round.

It’s how I met Aziz, the donut man on my corner: glazed, jelly, crullers a foot long, winking from the window of his flaming red cart like sugary whores whispering…

wanna a good time?

I’m not that kinda girl, I  say, as we make awkward eye contact.

Aziz, like a matador, waves his cape to tempt me even when I say I have no cash, armed with only my prepaid Starbucks card.

“Ah, you could use a donut,” he says.”

Yeah, I’ve heard that one before, as my sugar count does the tango.

“You pay me tomorrow.  I know you.  I see you every day,” lowering a nicely wrapped cruller from the window.

I think for a second.  Well, it would be rather rude not to accept since, he is making a friendly gesture.

Next thing I know, cruller and I are at the deli buying a quart of fat free milk.

A girl, after all, does have to make a sacrifice here and there, doesn’t she?

Ho-hum

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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22 Responses to The Hole In the Donut

  1. A girl sacrifices & she does it without cribbing & complains😊. Have a read of my blog, do follow if you like it 🤗

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  2. micklively says:

    I have many vices but I am pleased and relieved to report that sugar isn’t one of them. I have the teeth and pancreas to prove it. Does that sound rather smug? Well, when you’re as decrepit as I, you need to wield your few remaining smug opportunities with great gusto, whenever they’re presented.
    You could offer yourself succour on the grounds that, as substance abuse goes, sugar is probably not the worst. 🙂

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    • Love the word smug. It seems to say it all. I’ve been known to dream of dessert. When I was a kid, I named my Oreos then would cry after I ate them. My breaking of a crown was my warning shot over the bow? Bough? Have to look that up. Be smug. It suits you Mick…:)

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  3. micklively says:

    p.s. you could try just eating the hole.

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  4. True, I am just 19. You are right. I respect and appreciate your opinion.♥️♥️

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  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    Hmmm, reminds me of a children’s book. If you give a Susannah a donut, then she’ll want a glass of milk. …

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  6. Aziz could never be anywhere near me … ever! I’m that easy! “Hey whore what’s up?” would be my line.

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  7. badijoan@aol.com says:

    WHERE IS THIS CART!! I AM ON MY WAY

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  8. You can make a complete story out of two facts. Amazing!

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  9. Gail Kaufman says:

    The temptation to overindulge in New York is irrresistable. The smell and sight of sinful food is everywhere.

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