[ WP ] `` What are you waiting for ? '' `` For you to name me . ''

She was just a small little thing when I found her. I was riding my bike home from work ( it's economical and quite inexpensive ) along the usual route, down a slow paved road that wound through the sleepy little town in which I called home. Even the most remote places need tech support, oddly enough. I nearly ran into her, simply lying by the side of the street, her iridescent colors sparkling in the bright autumn sun. Her blue egg shell contrasted with the orange of the fallen leaves, and I was drawn to the sparkling pattern. An egg, yet the the size of a cantaloupe, and warm to the touch. A quick glance told me that she had no owner, which in turn made her mine. I would not discover who she was until hours later. 
 
 Perhaps to be continued.
