Week 111- (Feb 6th-13th) stories--- Topic: One DONE!

[Edward]

I'm going to challenge myself to stay under a thousand words this week ... partly because I don't have time to write much more than that.

[Paul]

First thing I’ve wrote for a while. Total words 1062


A LETTER OF INDIVIDUALITY

Dear Tess,
I find it really hard explaining how I feel about our relationship. Especially when you read my thoughts as easily as you read the lightening neurons that buzz around your brain. I know you want to be just like me; instead of a special individual; a one of a kind.
They estimate that the population of the world comes in at seven billion give or take. And every one of them seven billion is unique and different from his neighbour. That is apart from me and you; my little twin sister, Tess.
You thought being the oldest by a mere seven long gruelling minutes would make you superior. But I decided there and then I wanted to be same and fought to copying my older sister by entering the world by wrinkling my tiny pink toes, amid a howling of fear and pain.
Apparently we were both created from a Zygote that splits and forms two embryos. I read this on the internet and it scared the hell out of me. A Zygote sounded like a kind of alien from a far away galaxy. The technical term for identical twins is apparently ‘monozygotic’, after that Zygote.
As a child you fought long and hard to be different from me. Do you remember stealing a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer in a vain attempt to cut your cute blonde pigtails? But I must have read your thoughts as Mother came running into the bathroom in a fit of rage, snatching the scissors from your sweaty grasp, ‘No you don’t young lady! Why can’t you be like your sister?’
You merely glared back at me, your eyes swivelling to me who wore the sickly grin of triumph. Why couldn’t you understand I wanted to be as the same as you.
Our dominant mother didn’t exactly help your situation. Always dressing as up in matching fluffy garnished coloured outfits that clashed with our striking blonde hair and ruddy complexions.
But it was with your latest boyfriend that the world turned upside down and has forced me into this drastic action. I cannot help like who I fall in love with. I knew the day that Peter walked into our life things just wouldn’t be the same again.
Up to that point we were happy in our bubble of existence. We had each other and I wasn’t ready to share that and myself with anybody. We had our own house that our parents had left us and a nice inheritance that meant we didn’t have to work. We would sit around watching trashy daytime television and enjoying each others company.
You must remember that day, just like I do. We had run out of milk again, and you were down to your last cigarette. I volunteered to walk down to the local 7 till 11, but you said you wanted some fresh air and fancied a walk and grabbed your coat as we sauntered into the setting sun like two intrepid explorers. Then amid the cornflakes and mouldy bread we found our destiny.
He was young and gorgeous; like a movie-star that had merely stepped of set. He was clean shaven and smart; some designer suit and he smelt like a million dollars. But it was his smile that melted my heart that dreary Tuesday evening; a flash of innocence and warmth.
But it was you he felt attraction to that afternoon in that dusty backwater shop. I saw it immediately in the sparkle and flutter of his crystal blue eyes. As you dropped your basket he swooped like a hero and made a connection like electricity. I know you always said it was an accident dropping that basket but I’m always said the whole thing was rigged like a play like Romeo and Juliet.
Why didn’t he want me? I was the same as you wasn’t I? I’ve got the same looks, memories, thoughts, I’ve even got the same bra size it’s that easy.
Remember the first time he spoke; how effortless and sexy he seemed when he told you that you were prettiest girl he’d clapped eyes on. What about me? Didn’t he know what identical twins are?
That was how it all started all those long months ago. A careless throwaway chat-up line that you fell for hook line and sinker.
So that was our new life; you and Peter enjoying each other while I tagged along like some kind of bad smell desperate to be you like we were before our world cracked apart.
But the final nail in the coffin was last night when Peter showed me something that forced my arm. You were in the shower getting ready to go to a fancy meal.
Peter was pacing the room; his hands plunged into his trousers as he played with something in his pocket. Then he revealed the object of his apprehensive mood. In his sweaty hands he was clasping a brilliant solitary diamond ring that shone and gleamed in the low evening light. Because I was so like you he wanted my opinion about the ring and the wedding he had planned. He thought the tears were tears of joy at the news. Little did he know it was like a knife dragging through my insides at losing you? That’s when I decided to take necessary action with our lives. That was before Peter realised that he had left his wallet or something at home. I feel he didn’t want to be around my tears and confusion.
So you see Tess as I stand and looking at your body I realise that your nothing like me after all. You wouldn’t kill for the things that you believe in. You would be all nice and courageous and say, ‘Carol, here’s my boyfriend, of course you can go out with him. I’m sure he’ll love you.’
You haven’t got the killers instinct like your dark evil twin. So as I wipe your warm blood from my killing knife I just wish you were here. So as I wait in the dark and gloom for our boyfriend to return I realise a stupid thing; of course you’re here, because I’m you and you are me. Peter will love me like he does you even through you’ve always tried to be different and failed.

Love Carol/Tess.

[Kymela]

I completely forgot to try anything this week, though it's such a broad topic and I don't do well with broad topics...XP

[Guy]

Paul, this was great fun to read. I thoroughly enjoyed it.