In the kitchen, I took a blue-painted hard-boiled egg from the refrigerator, poured some milk, and let my eyes travel the walls in the indoor light. It was a greenish, undersea light, very mild. I peeled the egg and sliced it with a steak knife onto a big plate, where the two halves slid together. They arranged themselves, it certainly seemed to me then, as downhearted, pitying eyes. I just whispered, Don't you worry. Not today.
Take an egg - cooked any style - and use it to evoke the mood of a character. In the above passage, the character is missing her daughter, whom she hasn't spoken to in months. What is the emotional landscape of the character you have in mind? How can a simple egg portray the mood of that character?
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