By Mollie B. Rodgers
I learned I had a brother because they found his skin cells under a hitchhiker’s nails.
Detective Hanson balances on the edge of my couch, strangling a coffee mug. “Your DNA seemed to match,” he mumbles.
I smile and gently absolve him of the weeks of accusations and harassment. “I’m just grateful you could give those families closure.”
He loosens his grip. “Must have been strange seeing him in the morgue.”
“Like looking in a mirror.”
I sip my tea, thinking of the cabin the officers never uncovered, my unsavory proclivities. It appears both my twin and I are Mr. Hydes.
Great first line and doesn’t disappoint thereafter. A brilliant piece of microfiction. Big story condensed to a few words.
Excellent! Gripping first line that sucks you in.
wow – really good! I love the first line and the last paragraph is perfect.
The image of the main character calmly sipping his tea while thinking about his cabin is chilling. Excellent work,
Dark, but good.
Gripping story in so few, excellently written words.
Another one, please.
This one’s truly creepy. Good job!
Hits a nerve, then tweaks it well. Thank you!
Absolutely love this piece!
Very impressive writing.
Spooky. Good writing. I enjoyed it.