Poor Ray [100-Words]
It’s a girl! It’s a girl! We’d been born seconds apart. We shared everything: clothes, books, boys... Boys never knew the difference. Besides a heart shaped mole, we were identical—the mole a mirror image. Mine on the right shoulder, her’s on the left. In the mirror, I saw a weaker version of my sister. She destroyed boys, chewing them up and spitting them out. I envied her callousness.
I changed my fate. One hour in Ray’s Tattoos. A heart on my left shoulder, a dap of concealer on my right. When I left Ray, he was chewed and broken.
By Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Stories - June 2021 Photo Prompt
Keep it simple, Stupid!
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