Of the original twelve, only four were left — Peter, Andrew, James, and John.
The first eight left in the usual ways: scrambles, fry-ups, omelettes. The ordinary work of breakfast.
But now one of the remaining four would be called to sacred duty. Chocolate chip cookies.
The Hand hovered, then chose John.
“Why did that joker get picked?” whined James.
“Look at him rolling around the counter like…” Andrew began, but Peter interrupted, “No John, don’t do it! It’s just a story! There aren’t any
king’s men –“
A messy SPLAT came next, then the clicking of the dog’s nails on the tile, loud slurping, and (cover the children’s ears) crunching.
John, always the one to think he understood the assignment when placed on a high, flat, horizontal surface, was gone.
Peter, Andrew, and James looked at each other. Who would be chosen next?
Sounds of measuring and mixing were heard. Apparently The Hand was not going to risk putting another of them on the counter. It was good to go straight from carton to bowl, though. Less time to get the jitters and have second thoughts. One sharp jolt, then the swan dive into the pool of creamed butter and sugar.
The Hand hovered over the remaining three.
— — — — —
“These cookies are really good! Better than usual. Did you do anything different this time?” The Man asked.
“Nope. Not a thing. I think it was the egg. It seemed extraordinary in a way I can’t really explain,” The Hand answered.
A(nother) Year of Reading 
Precious! Wow!
I was at a benefit auction last week where a dozen eggs went for $175.
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I am smiling at every morsel in this eggstraordinary, imaginative kitchen tale. Very clever. That egg on the floor is a real Judas, and the dog took care of that! Fun post.
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This is such a creative and unexpected slice! I’m also admiring the verbs you use throughout to heighten the action and movement and liveliness of the writing.
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Oh, Mary Lee, this is amazing. I had to read through to the end before I figured out what was happening. I’m a little slow in the evening, I guess. Then when I read it a second time I laughed at each fun and clever turn. So fun!
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Slightly macabre and hilarious.
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So fun! There are so many hilarious lines! One I especially enjoyed: ““No John, don’t do it! It’s just a story! There aren’t any king’s men –“” I also loved this: “It was good to go straight from carton to bowl, though. Less time to get the jitters and have second thoughts. One sharp jolt, then the swan dive into the pool of creamed butter and sugar.” –So that’s why it’s sometimes hard to get the last of the egg white out of the shell! I’ll be thinking of your drama the next time I pull out eggs.
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