Sweet Folly

By Tisa Garrison

One day I came to work and found a jelly donut on my desk. It sat alluringly atop a clean paper napkin.  Grateful to whoever had left this tempting treat, I savored it. The next morning I came in and found another donut, cream filled, sweet and sensuous.

This continued for weeks—glazed and cinnamon and chocolate with sprinkles—no one owning up to the delights.  Then, one day I come in and there is no donut…just a note on plain paper folded in half.  Quivering, anticipating, rejoicing…I open it, and it reads:  “It’s time to lay off the donuts.”