They always loved and liked the same things, from dresses to toys, down to their dreams and ideal boyfriends.
Tara closed her eyes; she found that listening to the repetitive clickety-clack of the moving train was soothing her nerves. It has been a long day for her. She felt like she’d already learn all the lessons that she needed for a lifetime in a single day, and to think that the day isn’t yet over.
She wanted to think about her future life, but her mind betrayed her. Instead, her thoughts wandered through the time she was still a skinny reckless eight-year old girl.
During that time, the rain had just stopped, and the floods in their suburban rose up to the knee level. Their mother had already warned them against playing outdoors for fear that they might catch flu especially that weather conditions were very unpredictable. But they didn’t listen; instead, both of them went out with their father’s boat replica.
“Isn’t it this fun?!” Zara was delighted.
“Fun? This is amazing! We don’t have to wait for father to bring us to the lake!” Tara said.
She and her sister Zara played until dusk, while they ignored their mother’s reprimanding. In the end, their mother’s threat for them came true, and both of them caught the flu, yet they never regretted it.
She wondered whether they would regret it this time. What she and her sister did now, was no mere reckless decision. They had thought through this for numerous sleepless nights, studying the pros and cons, the what-ifs, and trying to patch and think of all possible holes.
“Zara,” a voice called.
Tara wasn’t really paying attention, and she hadn’t perceived that Seth has already called her. She was still lost in her thoughts.
“Zara. Zara.” Seth tapped lightly her hands.
Tara opened her eyes, and her gaze fell on a handsome man beside her, Seth, her best friend and Zara’s boyfriend.
Seth kissed her forehead. “We’re almost here, Zara.”
If only he wouldn’t call me Zara, she thought.
“I love you Seth.”
“I love you too, Zara.”
Now, maybe it wasn’t hard to get used to that.
The train came to a halt. She felt like a new person. Her sister must be enjoying her new life too with Conan.
Now, this story isn’t what I had originally in mind. Even I, was surprised about the sudden turn of events! What I had in mind was some kind of a conspiracy murder story, but midway, I suddenly found myself writing about a swapping story of twin sisters!
This is my entry for Indigo Spider, Sunday Picture Press: Travelations. I used Visual Prompt 1 and 2, and I have no idea whether I have really incorporated any of the twist prompts, though, I guessed I have, indirectly.
By the way, I used only 384 words for this story! The shortest I had ever written, as far as I know!