The Egg by Chris Kelly
This week I am swapping blogs with indie author, Chris Kelly of Scathach Publishing. His new book Matilda Raleigh: Invictus is now available on Smashwords. You can also follow Chris on Twitter at @IndieChris and stay up to date with Scathach Publishing on Facebook. For more info on Chris, check out his interviews with Jess C Scott and M T Murphy.
I have the distinct pleasure of being in an online writing group with Chris. When he mentioned he was doing a blog tour in October, I invited him here as long as I could post the following flash fiction story.
Sarah found the egg three days before Easter. It was under a blue jumper in the bottom of mummy’s wardrobe. She’d been hunting for eggs and here one was. A strange one; it wasn’t in a cardboard box or silvery paper-foil like the rest always were.
This egg had a blue ribbon around its widest point. The ribbon was tied in a bow. The egg had no other wrappings of any kind. It looked…well, there was only one word for it. Yummy.
She took it out of the wardrobe and held it. The chocolate was smooth, and warm, yet the egg was still hard. It hadn’t begun to melt.
She held it up in front of her face. Crinkling her nose, she sniffed it. The sweet chocolate aroma swept over her. Smiling, she touched the tip of her tongue to the egg. The taste was so good it made her belly rumble like thunder.
She licked the chocolate.
Her tongue left a shiny trail up one side. Oh well, she couldn’t put it back in mummy’s wardrobe now. Sarah crept downstairs to the kitchen and sat the egg on the counter. It rocked back and forward, then fell over and rolled away from her.
She grabbed a knife from the drawer. Pulling the egg closer towards her, she held it in one hand and bashed it with the knife. The egg was too hard to break. She dropped the knife and went to the cupboard for the big wooden rolling pin.
When she turned back she saw the egg rolling towards her. It fell from the counter to the wooden floor. She put the rolling pin on the counter, then lifted the egg up. It was cracked down one side, like lightning.
As she watched, more cracks began to appear. Some of the egg fell inside. Some fell out. It began to rock back and forth, and more egg fell from it. Something moved in the darkness within. A small brown nose poked out of the hole, and shrank back inside.
She didn’t mean to, but she couldn’t not.
The egg split right in two and there, blinking in the centre of the mess, was a tiny chocolate rabbit. It moved its head this way and that, sniffing the kitchen air.
There wasn’t much egg shell on the counter, and as she watched, the rabbit started eating the bits of egg around it. No, that chocolate was Sarah’s.
Sarah’s belly rumbled again. Rabbit or egg, what did it matter? She was hungry and the chocolate still looked yummy. Sarah lifted the rolling pin…