The Two-Headed Woman

By Maris Catherine Tiller

People stare at the two-headed woman as she saunters down the bustling street in two halves of a dress and two different shoes: one brown, one blue.

Tongues will click and eyes will roll at her clashing, intertwining hairstyles and mismatched green-grey eyes. But her two heads lean into each other and meet as a circle. One hand holds another, appearing clasped in front of her. As night falls and the streets empty, she finds herself in a private, shadowed alley, shielded from any remaining eyes.

Her two heads kiss each other with the gentle tenderness of two distinct, separate lovers.