We sat under the sunshine warm and toasty waiting for those rays of gold to do their work. We weren’t good enough as is, we needed to be brown. Brown was better. People wanted brown. By afternoon we were ready. Shirley picked us up one by one shining our smooth skin with the soft cloth of her flowing floral skirt, coins jiggling in her pocket.
We could see Mrs. May coming, walking towards us, ready to scoop us up for the chocolate cake she’d have cooling on her windowsill by teatime.
“Oh my aren’t they perfect!” She exclaimed. Good Eggs!
100 words
It has been a long while since I’ve joined the fun at Friday Fictioneers. My apologies on my absence. No excuses. Just life. Hope you are all well during this difficult time.
Go to Rochelle Wisoff’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.
So silly that people pay more for brown eggs when they are worth nothing more than white ones. Lovely story,
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Thanks Dale. You’re absolutely right. The only difference as far as I can tell is the colour. Appreciate your comment.
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Nice and relaxing reading. Good eggs are always welcome.
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Thank you for reading Ms. Jadeli. So glad you enjoyed it.
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You are welcome.
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Dear Shelley,
I can’t say I’ve even noticed a difference in the flavor of white or brown eggs. Fun story and good to see you back.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle! I don’t believe there is a flavour difference, but some people seem to prefer brown eggs. Thank you for reading.
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Do they taste any different though? Unique take 🙂
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Some say they do. Mrs. May definitely thinks so.
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Nice and different. Sentient eggs. I like it.
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Thanks Anthony. Appreciate you reading.
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