Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Hard boiled Egg- Daily Writing April 23

She tapped the side of the just warm sphere against the benchtop in a circular motion so the sides grew a ring of fractured shell. It crunched, the same sort of sound as when you’re walking along a beach that is mostly shells. Her mind cascaded back to a childhood memory of her family walking along that beach, gulls cawing in the air, waves rustling against the shore, feet disturbing the layers of shells.

As abruptly, reality zoomed her back to the now. Long well tended fingernails began to grapple with the mosaic of broken shell and found their way beneath a solid slab. Humpty Dumpty obligingly lifted his head and the rubbery surface of the hard boiled relented enough to release the bottom section. Water from the kitchen tap shot a blast into the galvanised sink and another sphere was born again. She placed it with the other 4 she’s already granted salvation.

The rest of the salad was already done, fresh green salad leaves and seasonal plump cherry tomatoes, diced olives and some avocado. The egg would sit like an alien amongst it all, it’s blizzard white skin and traffic light yellow yolk stealing the show. The draw still had that tendency to get stuck and she had to flex her muscles like a sumo wrestler before it conceded . She found the knife she liked to keep super sharp. Should she give it another whip over the sharpener now? – No – The eggs were lined up on a wooden board and she quickly guillotined her way through…..