She walked through the door all poised and calm. Her name was Twin A. She asked how my day had been and wished me a lovely night. I held her coat as delicately as she had treated my position.
Dress: £50 from House of Frasier
Shoes: £20 from Next
Coat: £60 from M & S
Jewellery: £20 from New look
Perfume: Carolina Herrera (gift from dad)
She walked through the door all poised and calm. Her name was Twin B. She gave me her coat, and walked through to the other guests. I held her coat as impersonally as she treated me.
It’s as ma said, “we’re all the same, the heart is all that makes us different. It don’t matter what you wear, or where you sleep, with a bit of cash you might find yourself a happy neighbour to professor Higgins.”
Written for Flash fiction for aspiring writers challenge. Hope it makes sense. Click on the link to read other stories and on this link to join in.
“Stop joor. I can hear you and I wasn’t sleeping.”
Chuckling “You were not sleeping, just shielding your eyes from the piercing darkness abi?”
“I have had a hectic night shift, I don’t think my brain has the capacity for these your riddles yet.”
“You’re the one with all the riddles oh, lying there screaming at grandma in your sleep. It was really creep.”
“I wasn’t dreaming, just admit you woke me up for a cuddle.” with a grin he stretched to make room on the couch.
With the flick of a switch, she retreated to his heart.
Written for Friday fictioneers are writing group/challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It has been a while I have written a story and I loved writing this one hope you love it too. Please click on this link to read other stories and on this one to join the fun. (Have a go!)
“So, which do you think I should pick? You reckon she will like the yellow one?”
“Maybe.” Walking right past the vase without so much as a glance.
“Come on, you didn’t even look at it. What’s with you?”
“You know very well the answer to that question.”
“Why can’t you leave things well alone?”
“I would if you stopped dragging me into the middle. She doesn’t want these silly gifts, she wants you, her daughter back home.”
“You know that’s not possible besides she has you.”
“Have it your way, do consider postage charges this time.”
I do apologise for my absence the last couple of months, life has been ….. anything but interesting.
For every comment not replied, for every like not acknowledged please bear no grudges for in a few days or so I shall hopefully explain myself properly.
This story is written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Sarah Ann Hall, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.