Which one?

Flash Fiction #19

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“Sister?”

“Yes, sister?”

“Not you, the other sister, the one with the eye.”

“Yes?”

“We have a thread, tell me what it is.”

“We have a soulmate thread. The man belongs with a lovely blonde girl.”

“Which one?”

“The blonde one.”

“There are two.”

“She has blue eyes.”

“They both have blue eyes.”

“The elder twin.”

“Which is the elder”

“The one he marries.”

“And who does he marry?”

“The Thursday.”

“One is a Friday.”

“Wonderful. Which one?”

“…Good question.”

Silence.

“Sisters!”

“Yes?”

“This thread decides generations of descendants, kingdoms, and the fate of entire nations.”

“We’re aware.”

“Then which twin?”

“The Barbie.”

“They are both Barbie.”

“So, who is who?”

“My dear sister, I don’t hexing know!”

“Fine. Pick one.”

“Done.”

“Was it the correct twin?”

“Correct according to what?”

And thus, two strangers met because of a misunderstanding.

The misunderstanding consisted of not knowing which twin was which.

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