So different, to be joined at the hip.’
Twins. One with curled hair, one with straight; one with careful makeup, one bare-faced. Suzie hobbling around a tennis court with Sally grumbling at her side, Sally curling up to read aloud on the couch with Suzie pretending not to listen.
It was never an option, for one to leave the other behind.
They danced together. People whispered about whether or not this was because no one else would ask them, but they were mesmerising to watch. It seemed to be the only thing they agreed on; moving utterly in sync, as one.
Four arms swaying up towards the ceiling.
Two feet stamping in rhythm on the floor.
by Molly Duffield
(prompts: dance, [image: night & day])