This week’s challenge from http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ is to use the word ‘blood’ and the definition ‘relationship by descent from common ancestor’ in a piece between 33 and 333 words long.
As little girls growing up, we loved being identical twins. We loved being stared at, we loved the double takes, we loved the attention. We loved looking in the mirror and feeling like we had double vision. We loved being a double act, always together.
We loved each other.
We’d spend hours planning matching outfits. Everything would match, right down to our earrings. We knew what suited us. We knew what we looked good in. We knew everything about how we looked – if you couldn’t see something on yourself, you just had to look at the other and see it. Hell, we even got spots in the same places.
The one thing that remained a mystery to us though, was what did our blood look like? Yes, we’d seen it when we’d cut ourselves falling in the school playground or shaving our legs…but we were blood, it flowed through our veins, made us alive, made us the same. We wondered what our blood must look like.
Like red wine?
Was it as red as the fiery ginger hair on our heads?
Was it transparent? Could you see things in it, like the freckles on our noses, or our favourite films, or our first memories? Was it like an autobiography?
Was it beautiful, like a melted red rose?
Or was it something more icky, like ketchup?
There were endless possibilities. There always were when we were together.
What I didn’t expect, was for it to look like the scarlet puddle it did as you lay dead by the side of the road that day.
It looked like the inside of my heart.