Nick sat with his chin propped on his stacked fists in the back of Mrs. Humphrey’s home room class. He stared at Molly. Long, sleek black hair in a pony tail tied with a red ribbon, her back ruler straight. A construction paper heart dangled from the ceiling over her head. The white bag sat so close to the front right corner of her desk a light breeze from Mrs. Humphrey’s ample hips walking past would topple it.
The bakery was a couple blocks from his house. Nick stopped every day, leaving a nose print and chubby handprints on the window under the gold lettering. He listened to the bell ding as the door swung open, letting the sweet smells and customers out. They carried whitepaper bags and pink boxes. Some didn’t bother with a container, stuffing the doughnuts into their mouths as they walked down the street.
He never went in. But today was different. He pushed the heavy door.
Today, he needed a doughnut. Not just any doughnut. One that meant something. One that made a statement. There were bear claws, cinnamon rolls, rows of chocolate covered cake doughnuts. There were powdered doughnuts and doughnut holes covered in cinnamon and sugar. There were glazed and twists.
The twists were his favorite. On Saturdays when his dad made breakfast by running to the bakery for a box of doughnuts, he always had a twist. He bit off the ends and unraveled the braid. He liked the way they stayed kinked even when apart. How you could tell they were meant to be together just by the way they looked.
But today, a twist wasn’t what Nick needed. He looked up and down the case, pushing under the bellies of the people claiming their selections by smushing their fingers against the case. There. A doughnut covered with thick, pink frosting and bedazzled with red sprinkles and pink hearts. It was perfect.
He pointed and the man behind the counter grabbed it with tissue paper and stuck it in a bag. Nick pulled his lunch money from his jean pocket and paid. No lunch for him today, but it didn’t matter. Today was special.
Outside on the sidewalk, Nick headed to school. The bag crinkled as he shifted it from one hand to the other. He stopped along the chain link fence surrounding the school and peered into the bag. Pristine pink with no impressions, the sprinkles firmly adhered to the surface. Without thinking, he swiped his finger across the stiff frosting, pulling along a few heart sprinkles, and licked it. He looked again, a finger trench ran down the middle of the doughnut revealing the dry, brown cake beneath.
Nick tried to cover the defect, pushing pink frosting, uncovering doughnut underneath and pushing more frosting. It was good enough,he thought. Some of the sprinkles were buried, but it still looked okay.
He walked into Mrs. Humphrey’s class. Molly sat at her desk, a group of girls around her. Nick pushed through them.
She looked up. “Hi.”
“I got this for you,” Nick said, placing the bag in front of her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Nick walked to his desk with the sound of giggling girls behind him. He watched as they peered into the bag. Molly looked back at him then pushed the bag to the corner of the desk. There it sits, so close to the front right corner of her desk a light breeze from Mrs. Humphrey’s ample hips walking past would topple it.
This week’s prompt write a piece, fiction or non-fiction, inspired by the delicious shot. Word limit is 600. ConCrit is very much wanted and appreciated.