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.
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