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DEATH BY DOUGHNUTS
By Terri L. Rasmussen
Everyone loves doughnuts, right? I mean what's not to love? Except for the missing piece in the middle, they're about as perfect as a rainbow after the storm. Not quite as good as chocolate, but in the doughnuts defense, someone did come up with the idea to combine the doughnut and the chocolate together. And I swear, with one bite, you will feel as if you have been transported to another realm of the universe.
Chocolate isn't the only flavor doughnuts come in either. Lets see, there's, plain, glazed, strawberry, blueberry and even cream and jelly filled ones. The list is endless. And let's not forget delicious.
There has not been a doughnut made to this day that I do not like.
So when I saw the familiar blue and white box tucked underneath my mom's arm when she got out of the car, I just knew I was in for some kind of treat. I didn't know until I looked thru the plastic window the treat was going to be three different kinds of doughnuts. My mouth began to water and all the thoughts of the ten pounds I was going to gain from devouring them, I pushed to the back of my mind. Who cared if I gained any more weight? I didn't.
"What's that?" I ask my mom as I wipe the drool from my mouth.
"Doughnuts." She answers me, making her way to the kitchen with them.
I lick my lips and fight the urge to eat one before our leftovers from the night before. Doughnuts or leftovers? I weighed the options in my mind. Round and tasty doughnuts and honey glazed ham swim through my mind so quick, I soon became dizzy. I fight for self-control. Surely, the doughnuts are not as strong as my self-control.
I sit down at the table to eat our leftover dinner of ham, green beans with potatoes, baked beans and fresh yeast rolls. All during dinner, I glance over at the blue and white box sitting all by itself on the counter. After supper, I tell myself, I will just have one.
I get through supper and even washing the dishes without tearing open the box and stuffing the doughnuts into my mouth. In fact, I surprise even myself, I wait at least three hours before I indulge in the sweet treat. Proving to myself, I do have self-control.
"Only one," I say aloud to myself while opening the box. The three different flavors stare back at me. "Oh God." I sigh. Plain, cinnamon, and powdered sugar.
Just one. I remind myself.
Oh God. The temptation to eat one of each flavor grew stronger. I couldn't. I wouldn't.
I choose a cinnamon flavored doughnut from the tray.
The first bite is amazing. So is the second, the third, all the way down to the very last bite. I lick my cinnamon powdered fingers and close the box. I had promised myself only one and I would only eat one.
"Have one more." The little devil on my shoulder whispered in my ear. You know the little voice that always tends to get me in trouble. "One of the powdered sugar ones."
Should I? Could I? No. The calories, the fat, the cholesterol. No, I shouldn't. No, I couldn't.
"You know you want one." The devilish little voice prompts me again.
Yes I did. But...
I hold my ground and walk away from the box, ignoring all the whispers in my head. It was going to drive me completely nuts.
Half-way up the stairs, that teasing, devilish voice started again. "I won't leave you alone until you eat one more."
Crap.
I want the voice to go away and I know that the only way to quieten it is to give in. I wouldn't be able to rest until I could sink my teeth into one.
I head back down the steps, limp to the kitchen, open the box that contains a little piece of heaven. Carefully, I pull one of them out as not to spill any of the powdered sugar on the counter top or the floor. I bring the doughnut to my mouth and bite into it. It tastes so good. Words cannot describe just how good it tastes as it melts on my tongue. I take another bite before the first bite has a chance to go down my throat all the way. It won't go down any further. It's stuck.
I cough. I gag. I heave. It won't budge.
I'm choking.
Oh my God.
In a panic, my arms begin to flail like bird wings. Thank God I couldn't see myself or that there was no one else to see me. I would surely die if embarrassment. I bang on my chest with my hand. Nothing. The piece of doughnut will not budge.
I soon become dizzy and light-headed. Slowly, I slide to the floor and lie down. I continue to grasp and claw for air. The cool linoleum floor feels so good against my skin. I try even harder to get air into my lungs. I can't. Nor can I scream to warn my mom I was choking.
Sadly, I realize I am going to die.
My life passes before my eyes, just like I had always heard happened before you die.
I can feel my heartbeat slow, my brain ceasing to form any cognitive thoughts and my body going limp. I can no longer move. I take my last breath and float towards another place and time where death by doughnuts do not exist. I smile one last time, I will be able to eat my fill of doughnuts everyday.
*The End*
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