The farmer’s market was busy.
Fred’s eggs were famous. The bowl of them had a sign: “Aigs 25¢”.
Fred laughed it up with the townsfolk. They bought all his eggs because they liked their taste and Fred’s simple ways.
Fred liked finishing early. He could spend his afternoon reading Dostoyevsky.
Beth enjoys her time writing and eating poached eggs and toast.
Congratulations! And nice story! Fred’s obviously no rube. Maybe “aigs” is an acronym? “Avian Incubational Gestation Spheroids” perhaps?
Thanks, Chris! I’m sure Fred intended it as that very acronym. I loved The Sound of Forgetting – not easy to move someone to teary eyes in 50 words but you did me.
Without Fred’s pretence very well done!
Thanks very much, Connell!
This is one of the most clever I’ve read. Made me laugh out loud.
Just saw your comment, MP – thanks for checking it out and glad to make you laugh!