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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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Wonderful take on the photo. Lots of surprises coming, I see. ❤ ❤
Thanks! 🙂
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Hello! I’ve got mine done for this week! 🙂
http://wp.me/p1yMbO-2dd
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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Hi all! ~ Here is my effort in response to the picture ~ Peace 🙂
https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/?p=2553
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
http://www.imaginings.tk/2015/01/brothers-enemy.html
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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Love the pic…Here’s my little effort…
http://msudlj.com/2015/01/15/choices/
DJ
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.