Poverty

The prompt for this flash fiction was 'Looking at all that chocolate...'

Poverty

Steamy windows; noses pressed firm. Watching the bucket swivel and swing along the wire and… wait… The chickens sing, beaks yellow against the painted blue sky. “Happy Easter!” they coo. Their heads bob up and down as the bucket swings past. Plop, plop, plop!

Then suddenly it stops and turns upside down. Coloured eggs roll along slides in front of the window. Shiny foil full of promise. They keep coming! Expectant eyes cling to sweet hope.

Looking at all that chocolate, Mary wondered if Nathan believed it came from chickens. He’d learn. There ain’t no golden egg to help them this month.

“Sorry, Nathan. Come on.” 

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