Shell Shock
written by: J. R. Xander
With eyes like pink ping-pong balls, Lennie lent in, rubbing his temples. “So I, I laid an egg.”
Elliot frowned. “Why are we whispering?”
“Why are we? I laid a fucking egg!” With crusty fingers, Lennie burst into allegro on the cafeteria table.
“Yeah?” Elliot said, “what colour?”
“What colour?”
Lennie’s contorted face almost swallowed itself. He glanced back and forth between the oil drum fire, Elliot and the upturned minibus, took a shuddering breath, then sank like a burst air bag.
Elliot smirked, turned her head and called out down the tunnel, “hey guys. Lennie laid an egg!”
J. R. Xander lives with his family in a quiet, old mining village in Wales. When he isn't driving his wife and children mad, he reads and writes. His short stories cover a wide array of genres, including: everyday slices of life, magical realism, science fiction, horror, and anything dark, weird and wonderful in between.
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