Deviant Daughters – Dead Deer

Deviant Daughters

“Just because we are twins, it doesn’t mean we are exactly the same,” exclaimed Sonia, for the millionth time. So many expectations around twins, ‘solos’ are fascinated by what it is like, the mythical intuition between them, and of course the stories, the urban legends about what they get up to.

One, or rather – of course – two, could not readily explain what being a twin is ‘like’ anymore than one (two) could explain what it is like to have three arms, or to have been born hundreds of years in the future. It just was, and always had been. Two souls, always together yet always separate. The more interesting question is what it is like to not be a twin. Consider responding to that next time you ask a twin how that relationship works.

It can be fun, surprising people with your identical faces, but it also becomes a bore. The same questions, the same jokes, the same suggestive suggestions.

In so many ways they are of one mind, though. Music, work, politics, all of these things, and more, they agree without barely a word between them. Going through life, two lives lived almost as one, sneaking into each other’s bedrooms all through childhood, to share a bed, as they shared thoughts.

Parents proud, of course, and love them equally, naturally. How odd it was, then, that in common with ‘normal’ siblings, each had a slightly closer affinity with one parent. One closer to the mum, the other the dad: this is the only manner in which these daughters deviate.

Today I wrote from 18:52 to 19:02. I was prompted by an idea here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, my tweets here, and my book here.

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Feb 23rd – Deviant daughters

February 23rd – Deviant daughters

12.40-12.50

The alarm bells really started ringing when their third babysitter that month phoned, in tears, asking for them to come home. The cut short the meal, paid the bill and left, hardly speaking in the car on the way back. They knew what they were going to find.

They found it.

[Scene: A living room, ordinarily furnished, nothing too extravagant. On the sofa, in tears: one babysitter, Louise, aged 17. On the floor, smiling up at their parents: the twins, Eva and Marie, aged 3. Also on the floor: one upturned coffee table, with a leg smashed; one vase of flowers, also smashed, the flowers with their heads removed scattered across the carpet; one bottle of Coca-Cola (belonging to Louise), empty, its contents also spread across the carpet, and two of the walls.]

“I’m sorry. I – ”

“It’s OK, Louise. It’s not your fault.”

[Emma, mother. Smartly dressed, but with a look of resignation in her eyes. It is almost as if she has seen all this before, because, of course, she has. Louise is, as has been mentioned, the third babysitter this month. It is the 23rd of February. This is only the third time they have tried to go out, and each has been less successfully than the previous one.]

“James will drive you home. Won’t you, Jim?”

[James/Jim. Father. Loves his twin girls with all his heart, but is equally exasperated by them. They are angels during the day, when either of their parents are around. Their deviance from the norm comes when they are left, with anyone, ever. James’s own mother has a scar from a scratch from Eva above her left eye, made when Eva was less than e year old, made not with a fingernail but with a plastic toy which, if it hadn’t have been impossible, looked like it had been deliberately sharpened to cause harm.]

“Of course. Come on Louise. You’ll still be paid.”

Casting a look at his wife, James led Louise out of the front door and into his car. Emma heard the engine start and the car pull away. The twins played happily on the carpet, looking up at Emma with round, wide, innocent eyes as she started to clear up the carnage of an hour or so earlier.

“What are we going to do with you?”

The twins just smiled, a smile full of love, and joy, and innocence. The twins were happy. The twins knew that it was only a matter of time before their parents tried to leave them with someone else again.

 

Inspired by a prompt from here