His eyes—one blue one green, just like the originals—gaze upon the trophies and photographs shelved above his bed. He snatches up the image of an old girlfriend, one who bawled at the funeral, but all these years later, says he’s an abomination. He doesn’t mind, relishing any diversion from an exactly repeated life that thrusts him towards school team captaincy and bad relationships.
His fingernails tap against the photo frame, their fluorescence persisting in spite of what the doctors said. They mark him out as a duplicated son. Unlike his predecessor, he intends to avoid heartbreak and tall buildings.
Nice. Very interesting. Seems the beginning of a book..
Thanks Sue. Hmm… a book… interesting thought!
I agree with Sue. You’ve got a super opening here; it hooked me thoroughly, made me wonder just who this guy is and where he is going. . . This opening begs to be expanded into a longer story!
Intriguing, Vicky…really drew me in…want to know more! xx