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“You two scrub up nice!” my grandmother reached up to pinch my cheek. I was two meters tall and had to hunch over so she could keep pinching my cheek like she had done since I was born.
“You two look so…” My mother looked at me and my twin brother with tears in her eyes. “So handsome.”
“Did we really have to have matching suits?” I sighed, still annoyed about my parents going out to buy the clothes without our knowledge.
My father stood with the camera to snap another fifty photos of us. I rolled my eyes at me brother and he smirked in reply. “Let them have their moment,” he said. Always the peace-keeper.
I sighed and straightened up for the photo. I tried my best to give my most genuine smile. But I wasn’t excited for tonight. Going to our end of year formal was going to be full of “You two look so alike!” statements. But I was done always being compared and connected to my look-a-like. I was excited to finally start my own path at university. I would no longer be a second half, I would be a whole piece. My own piece.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Let's CUT the Crap! said:
Wonderful take on the photo. Lots of surprises coming, I see. ❤ ❤
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Hello! I’ve got mine done for this week! 🙂
Creative way of getting the photos side by side in the story. Loved it, Meghan! 🙂
Thank you! This was probably one of the quickest storylines I’ve ever thought out. 🙂
It’s such a good feeling when it comes so quickly and naturally!
Yes especially after so long too! I think my last one was back in September! Ick!
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John Yeo said:
Hi all! ~ Here is my effort in response to the picture ~ Peace 🙂
Sweet end. That must be particularly difficult when identical twins fall for the one lady. Thanks for contributing, John!
Here’s my take on the prompt
Interesting that when they thought she was dead, they bonded, but when she came back, they became rivals once more. Very interesting. Thanks for contributing this week, Glynis!
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Oh Danny Boy said:
Love the pic…Here’s my little effort…
I like how you opened with “I considered my choices.” and ended with “I hope I have made the right choice.” A lovely frame to the piece of writing. Thanks for contributing this week!
When Derek came into the lab all excited I decided at first to ignore him, bouts of hyperbole are not unknown to him, but he kept on calling me over, almost jumping was his excitement.
“Okay” I asked, “What is it?”
He brought two photographs out of his pocket, they were simple polaroids. They were both of Mick, our lab assistant. I looked at the photographs and then questioningly at Derek. He nodded, grinning.
“Don’t you see?”
I looked closer, they were of the same person, behind the same building…. Wait a minute.
“Those bushes above the roof are on the different side. Just like a mirror image. What kind of optics did you use?”
Derek was beaming “Nothing special, just my polaroid.” He leaned in “Matt. I got it to work.”
With that my world exploded. Derek, after all the doubts and failures had finally succeed. Inter-universe travel was a possibility.