A Bun

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.’ 

It was so hard, so hard to give up the foods she liked. Already one hundred and two pounds lighter and the clothes she wore now, were more fashionable, but she needed those eleven pounds more, to be really slim. She absent mindedly bit into the soft squelchy bun, cream oozed out of the side and the sweet icing stuck to her top lip. ‘If only I could lose those eleven pounds.’ she said and she swallowed the soft sticky sweet bun, ‘only eleven.’

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.

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I don't think like that today, but I do like cream cakes, so we don't buy any, nor ice cream as that is my real failing! Since having this catheter I have gained weight, not eleven, but I am back on the plan. It will take me a while to lose this gain of four pounds, but I will, pound by half pound, so definitely no cream buns!

Chrisxx