The Egg Said Nothing
Caris O'Malley
Language: English
Pages: 103
ISBN: B004HB1VUG
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Meet Manny. He's your average shut-in with a penchant for late night television and looting local fountains for coins. With eight locks on his door and newspapers covering his windows, he's a more than a bit paranoid, too. His wasn't a great life, but it was comfortable-at least it was until the morning he awoke with an egg between his legs. But what might have been a curse becomes a charm as this unlikely event leads him to all night diner, where he finds inedible pie, undrinkable coffee, and the girl of his dreams. But can this unexpected chance at love survive after the egg cracks and time itself turns against him, dead-set on rerouting history and putting a shovel to the face of the one person who could bring real and lasting change to Manny's world?
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bedroom. I slammed the door behind me and waited, listening for the pounding footsteps of someone in pursuit. But all I heard was the reassuring thud of my own little heart. Slowly, I opened the door and peeked out, fully expecting to come face-to-face with someone looking to end my life. Instead, I saw myself preparing to brain myself at the computer chair. When the shovel came down, the sitting version of me got away. I stepped back into the bedroom and concealed myself just inside the
the offense. “No, I, uh, I forgot something. Honestly.” “Why would I want to do that? You’re beautiful and wonderful. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I did what I could to plead with my eyes. Her face registered only fear. “Please don’t go. I swear to you, I will never, ever hurt you.” She looked me in the face, likely searching to see if I was telling the truth. I heard a sound from across the room. Her eyes went wide, and the sound of pounding footsteps echoed in
so.” I kicked his leg. “Apologize or I’m gonna clang you in the fucking teeth.” He didn’t respond. I clanged him in the fucking teeth. I dropped the shovel and bent over his face. Whatever he looked like before, he was a Picasso now. He’d have to steal a lot of purses to pay for the reconstructive surgery he’d need. I reached over and flicked him on the nose. Nothing. “Huh,” I said aloud. “Maybe you’ll think a little harder before you try to fuck with somebody you don’t know.” I soon
with my feet. In the moonlight streaming through the window, I saw the creamy flesh of her legs respond to the chill of the room. She pulled the blankets over herself and pushed her body into mine. She touched my chest with both hands as I let my fingers explore her back, the taut, trim muscles alive just under her skin. “Here you go,” she said, sliding a plate of pie and an empty mug in front of me. She filled the cup from a carafe, which she left on the table. “Let me know if you need
word in my vocabulary to indicate what she was. “Manny,” I said. “I’m Ashley.” She extended her hand across the table. “Want some pie?” “Yes,” I said, meaning it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life. “What kind?” “You’ve never cared before. I don’t see why it should matter now.” She unrolled a napkin, sending the utensils inside scattering across the table. She picked up a fork and stabbed at the pie. Pulling up a forkful of pinkish purple goo, she brought it to her mouth.