Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
A tired old lady tensed in the seat sculpted to her frail shape by long, meagre afternoons of TV soap operas.
“They shouldn’t do that with eggs.” She whispered weakly at the screen. “They can have their protest but, they shouldn’t throw eggs.”
Even the television, her last dependable, daily companion seemed to be deserting her.
A brittle blue sky glimmered through the frosted winter window, the last vestiges of sunshine vainly battling winter’s despotic march.
Tears coursed over time-parched cheeks, hung on her cracked lips.
“What my mother could have done with those eggs. They never should throw eggs.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.