Three speckled eggs sat in the carton staring up at my empty stomach. The low grumble couldn't decided if it wanted two eggs or one while the teller in my subconscious added it to the grocery list destined for circular filing. Habit stole ahead, snatching one egg free from the swing of the fridge door. It lay waiting, wiggling gently towards the edge of the bench where it may determine its own fate. Not to be bested by the unique gravitational pull that applies to eggs and floors, I placed a wooden spoon across its path foiling the escape attempt. The click of a fire-starter caught the gas and began heating the pan. The sound was like plate signalled it was ready. A quick crack against the benchtop split the shell spilling the contents far…
Oohh, I think I started this one too late in the day. I am exhausted and this was particularly difficult to focus in one a single idea. It's not bad, just not necessarily how I would have gone about it with a clearer mind.
Still, pretty happy with it!