A Flash Fried Fiction / by Nicholas Breeden

Dear Visitor,

It has been nearly a year since I last posted. However, I am happy to inform you that my hiatus is over, so expect much more content in the coming months. Now that that is out of the way, please enjoy this bit of flash fiction that I wrote last week.

Eggs Two Ways

William looked over his shoulder as he stood in front of the supermarket’s refrigerated shelving. Good nobody’s coming, he thought, opening a carton of cage free organic eggs, as if inspecting them for defects. Then, he opened a container of the store brand eggs, and did the same, only this time he began swapping the eggs between the cartons before closing them up and putting them back on the shelf. While doing the same with a few more cartons of eggs, he heard a woman’s voice behind him say, “pardon me sir, but could you please hand me a carton of eggs?”

“Sure, which kind would you like?”

“I usually just get the store brand ones.”

“Ok, here you go,” he gave her the container in his hand.

“Oh, I thought you worked here,” she said as she took the eggs from his hand and placed it in her cart, “Well, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.  Have a wonderful day,” he smiled and waved.

“You too,” she waved over her left shoulder as she walked away.

What a nice lady, he thought, as he turned around and closed his final carton of free-range eggs, before placing it back on the shelf.  He took a store brand box of eggs for himself, and smiling made his way toward the checkout counter, by way of the baking aisle.  

Humming lightly as he placed the eggs, and box of brownie mix on the conveyor belt, William nodded at the person in front of him.

“Did you find everything you need,” asked the cashier?

“I sure did,” he said, watching her scan his items, “Been busy today?”

“It’s been pretty slow, actually.  Your total is five sixty seven.  Are you paying cash or card?”

“Card,” he said, inserting it into the machine.

“This is my favorite kind of brownie mix,” she said, as she placed it into a plastic grocery sack.

“Mine too,” he put the card back into his wallet, “they are so moist and fudgey.”

“I agree. And, chocolatey. You saved ten cents today. Would you like your receipt in the bag?”

“No, I’ll take it. Thank you.”

“Here you go.”

“I hope your day goes by quickly.”

“I’m sure it will. Enjoy the sunshine.”

“Thanks again.”  William waved good bye, and walked to his car, humming, “Tossed Salads and Scrambled Eggs.”

Thank you for reading. If you liked what you read, or are just feeling social, please feel free to leave a comment.

See you next time,

Nicholas