Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
A tired old lady tensed in the seat sculpted to her frail shape by long, meagre afternoons of TV soap operas.
“They shouldn’t do that with eggs.” She whispered weakly at the screen. “They can have their protest but, they shouldn’t throw eggs.”
Even the television, her last dependable, daily companion seemed to be deserting her.
A brittle blue sky glimmered through the frosted winter window, the last vestiges of sunshine vainly battling winter’s despotic march.
Tears coursed over time-parched cheeks, hung on her cracked lips.
“What my mother could have done with those eggs. They never should throw eggs.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Michael Wynn 
A nicely carfted character piece. The eggs tell us all we need to know about war-time frugality
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Thanks Neil, pleased it came across like that
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Such an evocative piece. I really liked this, Michael.
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Thanks Sandra
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I agree with Sandra. Very moving.
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Thanks Clare, it is quite personal
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I still have my ration card! You portrayed so well hard times past and present.
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Thanks Mike, it was inspired by my mum who also lived through the war
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I think there is wisdom in this… wasting food is nothing I approve of either… eggs should be used, not thrown.
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My mother lived through the war and wasted eggs are her personal hate. Thanks Bjorn
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A very strong message here.
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Thanks glad you thought so
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This made my heart ache. Very well done.
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Cheers Louise
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Great story, a very believable character.
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Thanks very much
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I love how you’ve used the old woman’s voice. You’ve captured her fragility and the reality of her reduced life but also the strength of her convictions. Great writing.
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The carelessness with which food is thrown away (or hurled at people) is so well described. My father knew hunger during the war as well. Sad and realistic.
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My parents lived through the Dust Bowl in Southern Colorado. My mom told me story after story of the hard times, I loved every one of them. Your tale brought them to mind. Well done.
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Thanks for your kind comments. It was about the things my mum says.
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Dear Michael,
I really liked ‘time-parched cheeks.’ The repetition was also quite effective. Very well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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