Palindrome
Donut Boy
Ashna unsticks the pages of her diary. She spilled orange juice all over them from a couple days ago. Soon there are tears pouring over the blank page. Ashna cries herself to sleep, slowly, curled in a ball.
"Ashna, darling. It's time for school Honey."
Ashna waits at the bus stop. A boy she recognizes from the hallways comes up beside her. He tries and gives her a smile.
"Did you have any breakfast?" He asks, pulling out a bag of fresh pink frosted donuts.
"My mother says I shouldn't talk to boys." Ashna replies.
"Oh I see." The boy said as he polished off another donut. Ashna smiles and reaches for the bag and pulls out another perfect pink frosted donut and eats it in 4 bites. Patricia-Jane watches through the window, Ashna, eating donuts with strangers.
"Ashna, darling. It's time for school Honey."
Ashna waits at the bus stop. A boy she recognizes from the hallways comes up beside her. He tries and gives her a smile.
"Did you have any breakfast?" He asks, pulling out a bag of fresh pink frosted donuts.
"My mother says I shouldn't talk to boys." Ashna replies.
"Oh I see." The boy said as he polished off another donut. Ashna smiles and reaches for the bag and pulls out another perfect pink frosted donut and eats it in 4 bites. Patricia-Jane watches through the window, Ashna, eating donuts with strangers.