We stood staring at each other, unblinking. To let an eyelid even twitch would’ve been a sign of weakness. I’m told the moment lasted mere seconds, but it felt like a yawning chasm of time into which whole eras of humanity might have fallen. Neither of us would’ve noticed, so intent we were on facing down our opponent.
A slight movement of the hand, was he going for it? Could I react in time? A feint. Meant as a test, a judgment of my reflexes. A smile crept over his face, obviously pleased by the outcome of his little experiment. “Don’t underestimate me” I thought.
Quick as lightning I thrust out my hand, felt it grip around my prize and then, as a look of despondent comprehension swept over his face, I held it aloft.
“Fancy sharing?” I said.
“Yeah, alright.” He replied.
It was the last donut after all.
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A great story, tension in the beginning and then fun at the end. Clever.
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