This morning, I woke up and decided to make fried eggs.

This egg ruined my morning. One crack, one glance, and my stomach turned to ice. Floating in the clear egg white was a long, ghostly ribbon, twisting slowly like something alive. A worm? A pa.rαsite? I pushed my plate away, sure I’d nearly eaten someth… Continues…

I sat there in the silent kitchen, watching that pale strand drift in the egg white, my continue reading …