For Friday Fictioneers
100 hundred words
At first, it seemed like fun. We all bobbed along, each of us safely ensconced in our pandemic-proof eggshells. The crowd chattered excitedly, getting louder and louder as we jostled along.
Total introvert that I am, I began to feel frazzled. Finally, I knew I had to flee.
Bumping into the edge, I forced my hand through a seam, scrambled out, and ran off into the darkness. I strolled along, watching the spectacle from a distance.
That’s how I happened to see it: all those glowing eggs tumbling over the precipice down into a dark abyss, babbling into silence.
Thank you to Rochelle at rochellewiseoff.com for the Friday Fictioneers prompt!