Slimming was a harsh mistress, and as she watched her colleagues devour a whole box of doughnuts, while she was nibbling at her apple, it was pure torture. Just one small piece of sugar, and it was only a few millimetres away.
As they scattered back to their desks, she stared at the ringed, delicious doughnut. Coloured sprinkles, just like a rainbow of skittles lured her in. As she touched the soft, sugary surface, she brought the sweet treat to her mouth.
Nothing ever tasted so good.
With crumbs left on her top, she wiped them clean.
”Hey there. You okay? That must have been hard to resist.” The speaker said, the speaker being her best friend.
Mary blushed, and pushed the evidence away from the kettle. They joined the slimming group together, and she should have resisted the urge to eat that damned doughnut.
”I’ve got a confession to make,’ she said. ‘I might not lose any weight this week. I was so hungry and when they passed the box around . . .’
”Me too, do you fancy popping to Costa after work and having another one.’
Writer Ravenclaw 
A common temptation 🙂
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