That was all she was going to leave me, I thought exasperated, a box full of empty batteries? Looking around the apartment, it felt just as empty there now. All her stuff gone, it was just my tidy little corner of the room that was left. We had had a row the night before. She wanted to move abroad to Puerto Rico or somewhere, leaving me, her twin sister, all alone in London. We had never had a real fight before, nor had she mentioned anything about wanting to separate from me. We needed each other.
There was a knock on the door. “Please, I forgot my batteries,” a muffled voice said, as though it had been crying just before. I knew without asking that she didn’t really mean her batteries, and when I opened the door, we fell into each other’s arms.
Friday Fictioneers, 4 March 2016
Photo prompt provided by Sean Fallon
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