Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The Egg Man
Who killed the Egg Man?
She looked at the piece of paper stuck inside the book. Who killed the Egg Man? What on earth did that mean? She was still staring at the piece of paper when he came in.
"What's that?"
"I don't know. A piece of paper I found in this book. It says, Who killed the egg man. Who's the egg man?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I am the Walrus?"
She looked at him as if he were speaking in a foreign tongue.
"Sorry?"
He sighed heavily; god, what were they teaching these kids any more?"
"I am the Walrus. It's a song by The Beatles. You do know who The Beatles are, I hope?"
She rolled her eyes. He could be so patronizing sometimes. She wasn't just hatched.
He stood behind her and looked at the paper, trying to see if he recognized the hand writing. He did, and went to pull it out of her hand. She snatched it back.
"Hey! It's mine, I found it!"
She was starting to annoy him, making his tranquil mood sour.
"It's a piece of paper. Throw it away and stop being so childish."
She held it close to her chest, a petulant look growing on her face.
"No. It's mine. I'm sure it's some sort of great mystery, and I want to unravel it."
He wasn't so fond of her any more. It was time to relieve himself of her, and move on to someone more pliant.
"It's nothing of the sort. It's a note from a lover of mine. I make her lie on a table, then crack eggs over her naked body while my friends watch. Then I let them take turns fucking her while I watch. The egg man is me."
She looked at him, tears beginning to well in her eyes. Why did he have to be so mean? She knew there were others, but why did he constantly have to throw it in her face?
A cold sneer appeared on his face.
"Care to take her place some night, pet?"
She turned and grabbed her purse, then quickly left the apartment. She sat in her car for ten minutes, trying to calm down. She looked at the balled up piece of paper in her fist and began to smooth it out. She found a pen in the bottom of her bag and started to scribble on the paper, altering the original message.
Who killed the egg man?
Me
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Sheilagh Lee said:What a creative story.It gripped me and made me feel so sorry for her. Poor woman hope she gets way far away from him and finds someone who doesn't belittle and use her.
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quite interesting. that bit at the end makes you wonder if she's angry enough to do it
ReplyDeleteSharp of focus and the story had me going to the end. His cruelty is his undoing.
ReplyDeleteEcho Jessica, with the addition that I hope she is.
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