*Flash Fiction* “Jelly Donuts”

Fer Chrissakes, Barbara. We’ll never beat the traffic going to the Beach, ” groused the Old Man.

“Now Buck, the Boys will be starving by the time we get there. And besides stopping will only take a minute, ” said my Mom.

“Get me an Old Fashioned Donut, then.”

Donuts?!

My ears perked up like a Fire Department Horse smelling smoke. Donuts meant going to a Bakery – and Mom only went to “Larsens.”

Larsens was a Swedish Bakery that specialized in high-end cakes and delectable pastries. For the hoi polloi, they begrudgingly served donuts – but even those humble munchables were near works of Art.

Moments later I was biting into a warm powdered jelly donut. The sweet raspberry jelly combined with the warm donut exterior caused my eyes to roll back in ecstasy. 

Car horns were tooting as our car slowed down to a crawl on Highway 17. A few cars around us began to overheat in the blazing afternoon sun.

“Dammit…this gonna add hours to the trip! Gimme that bag of donuts.”

Sounds of frantic bag rustling emitted from the front seat.

“Who the Hell ate my Donut?!!” bellowed the Old Man.

My kid brother, Matty, went pale beside me.