“It’s crappy,” my five-year-old niece said to me about the giant donut she’d nearly finished devouring. “It’s delicious, but it’s still crappy.” Yeah, I’ll say. Even looking at that frosted circular pastry (with rainbow sprinkles!) made my stomach bloat past my skinny jeans. She has an average physique, but if her parents don’t start improving her diet soon, she’ll make them look skinny by the time she hits puberty, no offense. Plus every time I visit her at their house, their extremely synthetic décor makes me want to get chemotherapy afterwards as a preventive measure. No one lives forever, but one can live smarter.
Copyright © 2021 by David V. Matthews
DAVID V. MATTHEWS 
You pack a big punch in so little words. This is wonderful!
Sarcasm at its best. 🙂
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Thank you for your kind comments. More Flash Fiction will arrive soon–in fact today, though sans doughy treats.
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Haha! Looking forward to it. 🙂
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