There's An Egg In My Soup (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
It must have been just after dawn. They went on for what seemed a long, long time.I fell back asleep and the next time I woke it was the rain I was hearing. It came down like something out of the Old Testament, pounding the windows like buckshot, and now I had a blinding headache. Instead of the buttery sun spread out on the lino, a large pool of water crawled from the ground beneath the window before snaking out towards the rug in the centre of the floor. I stood and waded through it barefoot, lifting the soggy curtains slowly from the sill. The windows looked frail, the paint peeling, the wood beneath starting to crumble like a sodden cigarette. If the rain gets in, what’s going to stop the cold when winter falls? Abandoning that thought, I jammed a couple of towels under the frames and got dressed to go foraging for food once more.Outside, puddles turned to ponds and the sandy pavements became scarred with rivulets, threatening to pull the ground from beneath like a rug. The supermarket on the main road that had yesterday saved my life was closed, so I walked further, halting at a roadside statue of Our Lady in a glass case.
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