Short

fiction

August 21, 2019

Brother.
I love you. Every time
I look in your eyes;
I’m looking through a mirror.
How such a resemblance is possible :
We are not brother and sister...
Not the same childhood,
Not the same blood.

It was just.
A.
Silly.
Trick. At the beginning.
To prevent people from trying to put us together...

That uncanny resemblance!
We are a couple after all. They won.
I...

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