Born to be yours

Amy and Amanda are twins.

Since the moment the stalks delivered them they have been inseparable. Or you could say they were unable to escape from one another.

From the womb to their bedrooms and even in school they were forced to occupy the same space. Forced to recognise the others existence. Even being collectively titled the ‘twins’.

This lack of individualism slowly drove Amy and Amanda to insanity. They fought with one another said hurtful things to one another. Cried with one another.

Funnily enough these times of fighting and adolescent frustration led to them being closer. Their bonds grew stronger. Yet at the same time they learnt to value each other as well as to love themselves.

At the age of 60 Amy visits Amanda at the hospital, her wrinkly hands holding onto her sisters.

“You know when I look at you I see myself” said Amanda.

“You know when I look at you I see my best friend” said Amy.

“You know when I look at you I feel nostalgic… And oh so very happy.” Amanda spoke softly.

“Haha…we’ve grown so old, haven’t we!” Amy exclaimed.

“Looking after each other, loving and laughing. My comrade. My fellow warrior. I’m glad I spent my time on this battlefield with you.” Amanda preached.

“You old fool you act like we’ve fought a war. All we’ve done is lived.”

“You’re the fool. Living is one of the greatest battles!” Amanda reprimanded. Then she coughed, her chest heaving and she clasped onto Amy’s hands squeezing them.

“My dearest Sister, I am glad that I have fought this war with you. I am sure that in the next life we will fight another war together. Because I was born…born to be yours.” Amanda sighed the last word. Her struggle over, her life gone. Her soul on another journey to face another adventure somewhere in the stars.

Amy weeps. Her hands still grasping her sisters. “I am certain that we’ll meet amongst another battlefield…as I was also born to be yours.”

 

This is a 300 word flash fiction piece that reflects my own relationship with my sister. I love her to pieces and I believe I was born to be hers. Although we may grow old and eventually separate I hope that even in the next life I am united with her to fight yet another battle.

Winter Snow

Squeals came from the bedroom as Isabelle and Catherine wake up and see the first snow of the season waving by their window. The winter snow fell thick and heavy, a blanket, that hid the rough and ugly parts of the world.

Isabelle ran to her parents bedroom, her little feet moving faster then lightning. She banged on the door. “Mummy!!!! Daddy!!!!Mummy!!!! Daddy!!! Mummy!!!” The screaming continued until Isabelle’s tired Mother came out, her hair tousled, bags underneath her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you that Mummy needed to sleep in today, I had such a late shift yesterday. And it’s only 6am Isabelle!!!” Groaned their Mother. She yawned.

A second later her Father popped out the bedroom door and scooped up Isabelle in his arms. “Good Morning Princess. What’s all the ruckus?”

Isabelle squealed in her Father’s arms and then shrieked “Mummy, Daddy, it’s snowing.”

“Snowing!” exclaimed the parents in unison.

The Mother felt a tug on her legs, it was little Catherine pulling her, “Everyone, Everyone!!! We must see the snow.”

Laughing the parents humoured Isabelle and Catherine, following Catherine who pulled them to her bedroom. As the parents gazed out the large double-glazed windows whilst hugging their children, the Father sighed, “It’s going to be hard driving to work in this.”

“It’s so pretty!!” chirped Isabelle and Catherine.

The Mother kissed both her girls on the forehead, “I love the winter snow too.”

I love heartwarming scenes, that are so simple, like a family being brought together by some winter snow. When I was younger similar occurrences happened, and as I grow older I appreciate the more innocent moments of the past. I hope in the future I can be happy and have cute moments like this with my own kids.

Comment and tell me sweet and simple childhood memories you have.

P.S sorry for posting this late, I’ve been doing lots of shifts at my part-time job lately