Since it's Sunday today, I decided to make something very simple for my 3pm-lunch-- noodles. I walked into the kitchen, thinking about the paper I need to write, opened the refrigerator door... "Hmm, what should go with the noodles?"
Tomatoes? Yes. Cucumber? Yes. Prawns? Well, had enough in the past few weeks. Nah, not this time. Crab meat sticks? Don't feel for them right now. How about some eggs? Err, just had two fried ones earlier. OK, one egg then.
I reached the egg case on the upper layer of the fridge, and grabbed two lovely ones like I usually do. Before closing the fridge door, my mind suddenly switched back from the papers. "How stupid!" I commented on my short memory. When my left hand was on the way to the egg case in order to put the extra one back, something happened so quickly that I didn't even have the time to make any noise or to blink.
Thanks to the almighty gravity, which always lets us take the blame for dropping things, was strong enough to suck the egg out of my moist palm, and without any exception, it dropped, falling all the way down straight. During that split second, I was thinking to myself, "Please, don't get on my slip..."
Crack! T-U-I!
I knew it was all in vain before finishing the sentence, but the voice still continued, "...per, please?"
I waited it patiently till the falling completed, then I actually could take the opportunity and time to look downward at the "incident" spot, and see what a mess it would turn out to be: a bright yellow heart in an abstract form twisted with clean and crystal egg white and a few sharp shells scattered perfectly enough to make you call it "art" on the kitchen floor. Since everything happened so fast that it was still in the motion of shaking after the landing. Not a very soft landing, I have to admit.
I looked at the hopeless broken egg, picked up one lily-petal-like shell from my innocent left slipper, and laughed like I never did.
