100 Word Story

"Prove it," Tim said, handing the blond-haired man a powdered donut.

The man took it, tossing away the piece of wax paper Tim had used, and holding it with his bare fingers. Not one speck of powder flaked off. He took a large bite, all the way to the center hole. Still no powder. Not a single speck was on his face. He ate the rest of the donut, and when he was done, his fingers and face were spotless. Not even his tongue bore the slightest trace of white.

"You are a demigod," Tim said reverently, kneeling before him.

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