eggs

    I’m in a farmland, raising chickens with my father. They’re loud, reeking creatures who offer their babies daily for us to eat and sell. My mother has died long before I met her. She used to be nice and beautiful as said by my father who never stopped talking about her when a topic about mother has been opened.       Right now, I’m being called outside by a special friend. His name is Bonnie. He has always been very soft and cheerful so when he knocks on my serene cottage’s door with anguish, woe and dread, he suddenly has my attention.        “Siege, you have to help us,” he says. “Ellaine has gone missing.”       We, then, of course look for Bonnie’s lost girlfriend. She was nice to me, always a sweetheart to everyone she knows. When Bon and I get to the small house where the old lady who knows everything and everyone including missing things and people lives, Agatha was there.        “Thank heavens you made it. I told him everything.”        “Everything?” Agatha asks, eyeing Bon.       He looks at me. Then at the dead grass I’ve never stepped on.        “What’s going on?” I ask.       My best friends look at one another, sharing the same information that they haven’t told me yet.        “Well, you see. I’m completely sane. Agatha saw it too—”        “Ellaine has been taken by Eggs. They flew away. She was crying. We couldn’t save her.”       I am in a state of unconsciousness where I’m standing and staring at Agatha’s stiff face. I don’t understand what she had just said. Did I mishear her? Is she serious?          “By. What?”        “You heard the girl,” the old woman who lives in the small house says. “It was the Eggs.”