Thanks to Rochell Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Friday Fictioneers challenge every week.
Our photo this week is courtesy of Todd Foltz
Ashley collected the eggs every day and placed them neatly in the tray on the window sill.
During the day, she turned them to get their fair share of sunshine and waited patiently.
She broke her heart when her grandmother took three to make a cake, calling her a murderer.
Her grandfather took her to one side and explained that not all eggs developed into chicks, and as they had no male ‘chicken’, it was unlikely.
Her bottom lip quivering and wiping her nose on her sleeve, she said
‘You’re a male Grampie. Can’t you do it?’