As I lay awake at 5:30 am in the morning, I could smell the fresh donut from across the street up into my bed room. I ask myself, does everyone likes to eat donuts? Does my best friend Sahiman likes chocolate flavored donuts or strawberry flavored donuts? I don't know, I should ask her another time. I wonder if she's doing okay. I can't believe I don't know which flavor of donut my best friend likes, shame on me.
I walk the familiar corridors as I switched on the lights in the kitchen,
another routinely day for me. Coffee. Bread. Jam. Eggs. That's it. I've been having the same meal for 6 years, every morning, boring.
Hi. I am Elise Salovar, black medium hair, thin, fair, 5"6, undergraduate and I live alone with my cat, Jerry. Yes, I love cats. But sometimes they can be assholes. You might be wondering, why I mentioned donuts. Well, I practically live and breathe because of it. I work 12 hours a day as a waitress at a donut shop. I sometimes do night shifts and I also do day shifts, depending on where I was needed. I am such in luck when that donut shop was just across my apartment when I came to Zamboanga City, Phillippines.
Grace, my boss is an old lady who lives with her only daughter Caren. Grace offered me enough salary when I was still starting but every year, she increases it to 50 pesos a day. So now, it's January 28, 2002 and my salary for a day is 350. Hello? It's been six years already remember?
Okay, the same white apron over a carnation pink plain shirt and a black pencil skirt for 6 years. A blank paper in my left pocket and a blue pen clipped between my shirt. It was a normal day, too normal that it became boring. How many times did I said boring? Jeez.
But that day, the donut shop became special to me. After all those years, I never knew that donuts could be that important to me. It was a bit ridiculous and too unreal that just because of a donut, in that little world I have, will actually change. I actually found it funny you know, for that to happen to me, that very simple moment. I never knew that the donut shop will mean so much to me, not until Kato Seiichi walked in that very morning and slapped me very hard in the face then kissed me.
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The Donut Shop
Short Story"It was a normal day, too normal that it became boring. But that day, the donut shop became special to me. After all those years, I never knew that donuts could be that important to me. It was a bit ridiculous and too unreal that just because of a d...
