Egg Money
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Published, MSPS Anthology
On the Edge Chapter, 9/2012
They
sat on the
back porch, in
crates, destined for
market. Grandmother
carefully hand-washed &
dried each egg. When she
had tallied several dozen,
they were taken to the store
in town, which also passed
as gas station & post office.
For her, it was a bit more
than a trip to sell eggs;
it was a time to visit,
gossip & perhaps
choose a new
broom.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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