The Easter Egg Hunt (Fiction Short Story)

March 30, 2018

 

 

 

It was a beautiful Sunday morning for a change.

 

Mae gazed out of the window in her tenth floor flat at the grey city beneath her, noting the dirty smears on the inside from greasy fingers smudging out the sun’s rays. Running her finger down the glass she looked at the black mould it had gathered.

 

 Yep, it was finally spring she supposed. Mae opened the window, but the blast of filthy air and the sounds of police sirens and vehicles roaring below made her shut the world out again. 

 

Turning around, swinging her long red hair Mae gazed at the dark empty room with her pale blue eyes.  Littered with pizza boxes, empty beer bottles, and pages of her dissertation spread around the floor, she sighed. Only one month of being single, her boyfriend, Brent had dumped her, and student life in the city suburbs hadn’t turned out to be as fun as she had hoped. Glancing downwards at her pyjamas, she noted they were coffee stained and crumpled. Mae had a sudden urge to get out of this dismal hell hole and grab fresh air. 

 

Grabbing her skinny black jeans and a green smock blouse off the bedroom floor, she threw on her clothes and tied back her hair, looked in the mirror then untied it again. 

“Better loose” she muttered to herself. Not bothering to brush her teeth or put on any makeup, Mae grabbed her bag and jacket from the hook by the door, picking up a bunch of leaflets that someone had shoved under it. 

 

“Easter Egg Hunt–Sunday, April 1st Murkwood Park and Woodlands” it read. There was a picture of a child in an Easter bonnet with a face painting of a lion, smiling as she held up a chocolate egg. 

“Cool! Why the hell not?” Mae said to herself and shut the door behind her. 

 

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 Murkwood Park was full, arriving in her 12-year-old red Mini, Mae drove around the car park twice looking for a parking space. Everywhere was busy, families getting out of vehicles, boots wide open with fathers getting out the picnic baskets, eager dogs with wagging tails on leads waiting while fussy mothers faffed about fastening the coats of wriggling children. 

 

Parking under a shady tree, Mae locked the car, walked over to the entrance and joined the queue. 

“Single adult please.” She muttered to the grey-haired woman at the till. 

 

“And one of these..” She said picking up the Easter Egg hunt trail clues leaflet off the counter. The woman serving glanced at Mae fleetingly for a moment too long. Long enough t