doughnuts

This short story was written on request from my good friend Hayley. I spent about twenty minutes writing it. I hope you like it, my dear. 

“The chocolate-filled one.” I pointed to the oblong doughnut in the case. “That’s the one he’d pick.” I added in a whisper.

“Excuse me?” The teenager behind the counter stopped mid-reach.

“Oh, nothing. Yes, the chocolate-filled one.”

“Yes, ma’am. That’ll be one dollar and fifty six cents.” He handed me my doughnut as I handed him two dollar bills.

“Keep the change, boy. You should start a tip jar.” I grabbed a paper bag from the counter and wrapped the pastry. The doughnut wasn’t for me.

I strolled home, thinking of all the places my husband could be at that moment. Probably screwing his secretary on his desk or perhaps he was with the tall blonde intern in the bathroom. It didn’t much matter at this point.