I don't remember why but for whatever reason my dad was taking me to school this morning. Sitting at the red light to turn onto my school's road my dad must have made a decision. After he turned he pulled into the small parking lot of Dunkin Donuts. I looked at him in awe. Really? Were stopping here before school?
We walked into the small shop and my dad walked to the counter and sat down. Not only were we stopping for donuts but we were going to sit and eat it too! I climbed up onto the round stool that sat in front of the counter. The counter was the length of the shop. My dad let me pick which ever donut I wanted. I, in my grown up eight year old voice, asked for a chocolate donut of course.
As we sat there eating our donuts and my dad drinking his coffee I looked around. There were not many people there, a lot of regulars. An old man that sat in the corner at the very end of the counter that the worker knew by name. I remember thinking he belonged there. I sat there quietly eating my donut enjoy every minute. I knew I was going to be late to school. But this, this was a special treat.
This post was written for Red Writing Hood. This weeks prompt was to write a piece inspired by the picture above. The is a non-fiction piece.