Tap. Tap. Tap.
The winter sun shone in my eyes. If I hadn’t moved, I might not have noticed the egg. I only discovered it by chance, while I was carrying out my weekly habit of throwing my collection of foreign coins into the abandoned lido.
I had just been inspecting Mexican peso from 1986, when I noticed it. The egg’s surface was iridescent – blues and greens. It was lying there in a tuft of grass.
My curiosity getting the better of me, I carefully picked it up and wrapped it in my scarf with the intention of putting it in a warm spot on the window sill when I got home.
I threw a half penny and a Polish zloty for posterity.
Later that evening I was dozing off in front of the TV, and became haunted by snatches of dreams in which the egg had hatched, and a tiny but hellish Creature emerged. Almost immediately it began to grow, ballooning in size. Its wings unfurled, knocking me to the ground, as it drew closer with its metallic talons connecting with the wooden floor.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
As I began to lose consciousness I couldn’t be sure if the noise I could hear was the sound of the blood beating in my ears, or the neighbours knocking on the door having been alerted by my panicked screams. As the Creature tightened its jaws around my skull, all I could do was wait for it to be over.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I awoke suddenly to find myself in total darkness. I looked around in search of a point of light to get my bearings, but couldn’t see a thing. And what was that smell? I reached out a hand to find a smooth surface about a foot in front of me.
I made a fist and rapped my knuckles on it gently.
It was damp, and I began to realise I was completely sealed inside what would probably be best described as some sort of egg.