My girlfriend bought the eggs. It was at a big supermarket chain but I rather not say which one. She brought them home on Friday evening and Saturday morning I wanted to make crèpe for us. Crèpe, not pancakes, that’s been our Saturday morning ritual since Christmas.
I pulled the pack of eggs from the fridge. I opened it on the counter and took three eggs out. The first one was fine, or at least it looked fine, and went straight in the mixing bowl.
The second one felt much lighter but I didn’t think about that. I cracked it open on the side of the bowl like the first. The shell shattered into a lot of tiny pieces. It was empty.
It was a bit surprised but I figured that could happen somehow. Maybe the chicken was sick or something. I felt a bit disgusted but I didn’t think much about it.
I fished the shell out of the bowl and took the third one. It felt normal again. I bumped it carefully against the side of the bowl and had to try it four or five times until it finally cracked. The white and yolk flowed out perfectly normal. I examined it to make sure, but there was nothing wrong about it, there wasn’t even a fetus like you sometimes get with organic eggs.
But I needed three eggs. Without much thought I took another one from the carton and instantly froze. It was too light. I felt the shell give in under my fingers. Continue reading →
I’m sorry it took me so long to update; nobody in the hospital had a charger that matched my phone and in her condition I didn’t want to leave Kristy alone. The doctors say that the long time in the heat basically boiled her skin and some of her muscles and maybe even her brain are affected too. They say that she will survive, but they are still not sure whether Kristy will need a skin transplant.
I was nearly eight hours alone in that windowless room. The smell got worse by the minute and at some point the dark toilet water began to bubble. I thought that one of those things would jump out and kill me.
Instead only a hand came out; an adult-sized hand with slimy black skin. Continue reading →
Akshay sat uneasy, while one hand stroked his beard stubble in slow, regular motions. “I’m not really sure when it started. Possibly when I saw my mother die.”
“Don’t misunderstand me”, said Akshay. “It wasn’t that it was a particularly horrible death. I just saw her lie in a hospital bed, breathing slowly. My sister was standing next to mother’s bed, and I was there too. And Dad, of course, was sitting at a small chair and stroking her hand. Then mother looked up, smiled at me – and I saw how she left her body. It wasn’t just that she stopped breathing. I saw her leaving her body with her last breath. There was a shimmer around her mouth, a bit like wetness, then she smiled and in the very moment that she smiled a sort of mist left through her mouth. I could nearly hear it in her long exhalation, how something left her body.”
Akshay smiled. “It was funny, in a way. I was expecting the mist to move straight up into the air, or maybe for a light to appear – but it simply spread around the room and disappeared. It looked as if we were all breathing part of her into our own bodies, but most of the mist just disappeared, fused with the air.”
“But”, Akshay closed his eyes. “I am really not sure if it was the first time. Maybe before my mother’s death I simply wasn’t aware of my gift. I remember a few instances where I am not sure whether I saw something similar. There was this time, when I was very young, my grandfather was at the hospital. I was in the waiting room and while the nurses pushed a bed through the corridor I froze and suddenly saw the woman from above. It was as if I was hovering above her.” Continue reading →