Status Updates From The End of the Party

Hmm?

Between the twins there could be no jargon of telepathy.

Francis crouched with fingers on his ears, eyes uselessly closed, mind numbed against impressions, and only a sense of strain could cross the gap of dark.

turning torturing faces with the vacancy of wide sunflowers

With his strained face lifted towards the curve of her breasts, and his polite set speech, he was like an old withered man. As a twin he was in many ways an only child.

But rebellion against destiny was not in Francis's power.

He had not heard her coming. Girls were like that. Their shoes never squeaked. No boards whined under the tread