Eggs - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Saskia eyed the eggs. Each was no bigger than than one of those chocolate eggs at Easter-time. Each was a perfect ovoid, powder blue with specks of brown. A week ago she would have photographed them and retreated to watch in awe, but her last meal was too long ago. She wrapped her shaking fingers around them and retreated to figure out how best to eat them.
Each egg was speckled brown and fitted perfectly into Bonnie's outstretched hands as she waited to put them into her basket.
Lying in the nest of mud, sticks and leaves were three porcelain blue eggs, each no bigger than one of those tiny chocolate eggs that comes wrapped in brightly covered foil at Easter time. How delicate they looked! As if one touch from my clumsy fingers would smash them, killing the miracle of spring that stirred within each.
Each egg lay like a story waiting to be told, what would hatch from each? Zac imagined baby snakes curled up inside, or would it be parrots? Why should it be that Momma thought a chicken egg would always hatch a chicken? After labelling them A to F he tucked the egg box into his closet.
I don't care if eggs are white, brown, speckled or zig-zagged, I just want to eat them. Fried, boiled or scrambled, I really don't give a damn.