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.”
100 words + prompt.
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