10,000 Words Part 38: Egg

I wasn’t looking for eggs, and I certainly hadn’t expected to see any here, but there it was, tucked between the books.
Nobody else had been in my attic for years, let alone hidden an egg. I had no memory of placing it there myself.
It was mauve, slightly bigger than an avocado. When I touched it, the books on either side – a collection of feminist essays and a fantasy novel concerning enchantments – ruffled their pages indignantly. I left, quickly.
Returning to the attic some weeks later, I discovered a pamphlet about enchanted feminists. Eggshell fragments crunched beneath my feet.