A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

the oil painting of the seven yellow egg yolks hung near the hallway door, its frame slightly crooked from when Harvey had returned it.

I took the painting down from the wall, the pale square of dust on the wallpaper showing where it had lived for thirty years.

I laid it face down on the dining room table under the single bulb.

The cardboard backing was continue reading …