A BASKET FULL PINK EGGS

She carefully lifted the basket, its woven handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst fluffy straw, lay a gleaming collection of pink eggs. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its shiny shell a pleasant shade of baby pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her long life. A smile spread across her face, and she held close the

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single shard of golden warmth pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle glow. Their gentle shades held captive a melody, inviting a closer look. The iride