I never want another day like yesterday ever again. Everything that could go wrong did.
I had a new computer I was setting up. I had some shopping to do online. I had The Hunter to write and post. my story for Rachael Ritchey’s #Blogbattle to post. The last didn’t quite make it. Because, even though the story is written and ready to go, it was tuck on my old computer which happened to not be very accessible when I needed it to be.
So that got missed.
The Hunter was late going up because it took forever to get my shopping down as at one point I lost everything in the darn basket and had to start again. This was last thing in the evening. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. I wanted to cry by the time I finally hit post on The Hunter Part 9.
I am having trouble adjusting to my new keyboard (which as also driving me nuts last night) so excuse any typing errors.)
So, I thought I would post my egg=prompt inspired story anyway. Find it below the line. 🙂
Why would anyone want to eat these strange shining eggs?
Winter hovered over it. Her reflection was all broken up and fuzzy. “I don’t get it,” she announced.
Layla’s voice came from the large walk-in cupboard. “What don’t you get?”
Blonde hair appeared from behind the cupboard door, frizzed up and messy. “What about them?”
“You said they’re to eat. But I don’t get it. They look funny, and” she sniffed, “they smell funny too.”
Layla came over to the table, several jars in her hands. They hit the table with a dull thud.
“You don’t understand about Easter, do you?”
She shook her head. Little droplets of hail fell from her hair, and melted on the shiny egg.
“Well,” Layla picked up the egg. “It’s a celebration. We eat chocolate eggs, wrapped in shiny paper like this, and chocolate cakes, and some people go to church to say some special prayers.”
Church. She had heard of that. It was where bats lived. Did people pray to the bats?
Layla peeled the wrapper off the egg and showed it to Winter. “See?”
Winter sniffed again. It certainly smelled better without the shiny stuff. But she hadn’t been brave enough to try chocolate yet, even though Layla always had some laying about the house. Several human foods had made her sick, and she wasn’t keen on repeating the experience. It did smell good though…
“Why eggs?” she asked.
“Well, erm…you know, I’m not sure. I think it’s something to do with a rock falling on Jesus. You know what, leave that one with me, I’ll find out.” She re-wrapped the egg and put it back down on the table. “Any more questions?”
Winter peered at herself in the shiny wrapping again. “I’ll let you know if I think of any.”
A smile. “I’m sure you will.”
P.S, The Hunter Part Ten coming later. 🙂