D.I. Davis: Dougnut

D.S. Morgan watched her boss in full on tantrum mode.

“Does this flaccid thing look like a doughnut to you?” said D.I. Davis. The girl serving her quickly replaced it with a perkier specimen.

“M’am it’s the last time I’m taking you to the fair.” Said D.S. morgan.

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Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.