The Spurious Incident of the Egg in the Fridge

A single egg illuminated from the light triggered by the door opening. A single egg nestled between the rungs of the shelf that should only contain bottles. A single egg that shouted someone had been here.

He knew, knew it was wrong. He kept his eggs in the bread bin as his favourite meal was an egg sandwich and to him it made sense to keep them together. The butter and mayonnaise could not be stored there as they would melt or go off so they had a special place in the door of the fridge. Everything in the right place, everything where it should be but now ....... this egg.

He closed the fridge door and reopened it just to check this wasn't some form of optical illusion or event caused by the drugs. The egg was still there. He shut the fridge and went to sit in his chair that faced the window placed so he could see the doors to numbers 19, 21 & 23 with an equal spacing between the edges of 19 & 23 and the window frame.

Someone had been in his flat. There was no other evidence any other interruptions to his order except for the single egg. Brown, and he liked white.