Egg Cups For Breakfast

The maple tree was at the point of the outcropping on the southwest corner. It’s large canopy covers the small lawn, almost reaching to the porch of the house. Beneath was a large picnic table. Breakfast was laid out on the table, little egg holders for the soft boiled eggs, toast buried under towels in wicker baskets, teapots snuggle under tea cozies. It was too early for the yellow jackets to harass us. Even in May the Adirondack mornings were still slightly crisp. Halva, olives, cereal, milk in glass bottles with the cream on top.

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One Response to “Egg Cups For Breakfast”

  1. Andy Oldham Says:

    Sounds like a very nice start to a great short story!

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