She’s a Good Egg

“She’s a good egg.” Granny rubbed circles on my knees, cold, white surfaces, easy to break, but this was affection.

“Get the good eggs, love.” Mom taught me to buy white. Wasn’t until later, my partner explained that the brown eggs were best and the white ones were the real villains, akin to wicked, white flour.

“So I’m a bad egg, then?” His mocha mouth stirred.

Baking my son’s first birthday cake, I cracked into my brown eggs and realized the yolks look just the same as I remember from childhood. I’ll teach my son you can’t tell a good egg from its shell.

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100 Word Photo Prompt Story~What do you gleam from fresh eggs?

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