Five; Leaves and Lives

She hadn’t planned on remaining in the middle of the university’s courtyard as long as she eventually did, and yet somehow Charlotte was unable to move as the sky grew darker above her and the air started to lose some of its summery warmth. Had she spared a moment to think about where she was or what she was doing, Egg might have started to wonder why nobody had told her to leave the premises as night fell steadily over…

Four; Architecture and Epiphany

They sat and talked for what felt like an eternity. Minutes and hours went by unnoticed, customers came and went, wondering why the glass door remained tightly shut in the middle of a weekday. And even when Charlotte finally got up and hugged the woman goodbye – for nothing possessed quite the magic of stories when it comes to reinstating trust and friendship where it had once been – she was still so engrossed in the tale that it took…

Three; Words and Wine

Retrospectively, it was this moment that changed Charlotte’s journey before it had even really begun. For, despite what the older woman might have thought, Egg had found her way to Vienna and subsequently to her father’s old booth at Naschmarkt by pure chance and through an innate longing for the time she had spent in the Austrian capital during her childhood days. Finding herself now in the very store she had spent hours on end, feeding her fantasy with almost…

Two; Cheese and Crackers

Though it had been years since she had last seen it, her father’s old booth seemed simultaneously the same and completely different. The dark green paint – barely visible from underneath an array of different coloured graffiti paintings – was starting to chip and splinter off, leaving the wood bare and pale in some places. It also seemed a lot smaller, though Egg suspected this was mainly due to the fact that she herself had grown into an adult since…

One; Bread crumbs and Olives

It hit her like a bolt of lightning on a sunny day, out of nowhere and with an intensity that seemed amplified by the clarity of the sky. All of a sudden, everything seemed to slow around her until nothing but the scent of fresh fruits and marinated olives remained; until the world had lost both, its innate sounds and the saturation with which it normally presented itself and Charlotte felt dizzy with sadness. Death had taken her father months…

The Beginning; a Prequel

She saw him three times in as many days and though they never engaged in any sort of longer conversation, by the end she felt she knew him in a way that was unexplainable to her. Years later, she would think back to these early days and smile, but at that time she couldn’t help but wonder how it could be possible? How she could feel close to a person whose name she didn’t even know? one. “Vienna”, she had…

Meet Egg

People tended to make up their minds quickly about Charlotte Eggleton. In a way – of course – they did so about everyone, and yet Charlotte seemed to draw their ideas and impressions to attention more than other people usually did. Unfortunately for everyone involved, most of the thoughts people had about her were of a negative kind that, had Charlotte known about them, would have hurt her feelings in a familiar and therefore all the more severe way. She…