A story I wrote when I belonged to a writing group.
Eleven Pounds
‘Only eleven more,’ she said.
‘You could do that in two months, Clara said.‘I know I could, if I tried really, really hard,’ Said Laura.
Thoughts rushed through her mind. Once she reached that target weight all her troubles would be like sand in the wind. She’d be beautiful, people would look at her differently. No longer a blob stuffed into clothes much too small, no more trying to get her battle ship of a body into those magic knicks. She would find the man of her dreams too, just eleven pounds that’s all.
She looked down at the small plate with the cream cake and the large late´ coffee. ‘I 'll start after this cake,’ she said. ‘Or I could chuck the cake and start now.’
Would you like another bun?’ asked Clara,’ they’re priced three for two.’
‘Oh alright then, pity to miss a bargain.’ Said Laura, as she looked at the bun in her hand, how could this small bun be so bad, there's always tomorrow for the diet, she thought.