Unforeseen Tragedy
It had seemed a normal morning. At least, to the common person. But the sun wasn't shining as brightly as it usually did, and the birdsong was merely that- a whistle. No shrill conversation between them.
Mary had awoken, finding that she had slept past her usual waking hour. No matter, she was staying at Uncle Albert's. Though her hair was a mess and the beginning of dark lines were etched under her eyes. It was... unseemly.
She went downstairs to make breakfast, though it did not have the zest that it usually did. Tapping her finger against the table, Mary knew there was something wrong. Something deeply and terribly wrong.
There was an emptiness inside her and although it felt hollow, it was heavy. Gasping, she stood, whirling around to face the eggs that were lined on the kitchen counter. Clicking her fingers, she beckoned them towards her. But they didn't move.