I Break Eggs

Since we're doing the Romance Genre right now I thought I'd get into the spirit of it with another "Fun One". Its yet another short story, but this ones just a 'mini'. (This is not an assignment. It is not intended for marking) 

I break eggs for a living.

Technically I’m an ‘industrial technician’ on a factory line.

Which basically means I stand in front of a massive mixer and as eggs come down the conveyer-belt I break them into the mixer and throw the shells into the bins on my right.

So, like I said, I break eggs for a living.

I break eggs for eight hours a day. Five days a week.

Sometimes I drop one by accident.

Sometimes I drop one on purpose.

No one knows the difference.

Sometimes I think about how I will never be able to put the shells back together again once I’ve broken them and how they’ll never be whole again and all the philosophical and metaphysical meaning in that.

Most the time I just think about the TV shows I watched last night.

Or at least I used to.

Then I met Helena.

I still break eggs for a living.

But I don’t think about TV shows much anymore.