Vignette: Golden Eggs

“Grandmama, where do your stories come from?”

“From inside my head.”

The child thought for a while. “Does that mean,” she said slowly, “that if your head burst, all the stories would pour out?”

Her grandmother laughed. “Do  you remember the story I used to read to you when you were but a babe? The one about the goose that  lay the golden eggs? Just remember that, little one. Remember the goose and the golden eggs.”

 

Daily Prompt:Ruminate

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