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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will cause a great power shift that results in gender equality the likes of which the world has never seen. Actual balance will be close at hand, and you’ll be heralded as the savior of the contemporary family when the divorce rate plummets. Why don’t I tell you what this revelation is now so we might get to this whole great thing faster? Because it must not happen. Fringe groups will emerge, claiming you’re disrupting the natural order. Your opposition will be few in number, but will be
“Well, that would have just been more of the same, right?” I said. “I whacked him with the shovel.” “The shovel from the closet?” she asked. “The shovel your future self put there to take care of me?” “That’s the one.” “The one on the floor over there?” “Yep,” I said. She crossed the room and inspected the implement in question. “There’s blood on it,” she stated plainly. “There should be. I smashed that fucker good.” “And where is he now?” “They disappear when they die,” I
back!” he screamed, his face turning red with anger. “Huh?” I asked. “Oh, look at that. I guess I did.” “Stop fucking changing time!” he shouted and ran into the bedroom. I heard him slip and fall, then he was quiet. “Are you okay in there?” I called out, sitting on the back of the couch, arms crossed. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. I heard a rustling as he got to his feet. He walked out of the bedroom, hands on his hips. “So, what, you’re not going to kill me now?” “Oh, that doesn’t
I said and ran both hands over my hair. Staring at the table, I listened to her footsteps fade away. I didn’t look up. For the first time, I smelled her. I can’t describe the smell. Flowery, yet somehow musty, like a beautiful woman with the soul of an old book. The plate slid in front of me. Cherry pie. She set a mug down and filled it with coffee. “Anything else?” she asked, somewhat nervously. Her hand gripped the coffee pot. “No,” I said, looking up at her. I met her pale eyes with
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.