The intricacies… independent and unique.

He sent the order in this morning. The letter next to her only specified “Something intellectual and creative.” He often let her have reins in the eggs, long ago realizing she was more than capable.

She sighs… A smile spreads across her face.

She loves this… sort of artwork. She has never met another who does it the same as she does. She is meticulous, careful, measured.

But also she enjoys flaws… she isn’t sure she can really call them flaws if they are intentional.
She places the finished egg in the basket lined with soft linens.

A soft chime comes from outside her window. She stands and opens the window. She walks back to the table and retrieves the basket.

The basket filled with intricately designed eggs, each the same, but uniquely different.

The looks out the window then, as the winds of time, blow past, she places the basket in the beak of the stork.