© Mrs White
Wednesday could only make squawking and chirping noises but her sister Friday understood every word. She was the only one who could.
“Because everyone hates us, Wednesday. You know that. You’ve known that ever since you were old enough to see how different you look.”
Wednesday shook her head, her large beak moving from side to side. She chittered.
“I know you’re scared. It’ll be quick. Like going to sleep maybe. I’ll be with you. We only have each other.”
She tried to say “I love you, Friday,” but only inhuman sounds escaped her throat.
“I love you too, Wednesday. I always will. But you know there’s no place in the world for us.”
Wednesday pulled her hand out of Friday’s and squawked.
“No! I won’t leave you. It doesn’t matter that I look like everyone else, it matters that you’re my twin sister. Now we’re going together or not at all, and if we don’t go, where can we return to?”
Tears escaped Wednesday’s eyes as she let Friday take her hand again.
“Now come on, Wednesday. The water’s just over there.”
Friday led Wednesday to the ocean and then into the ocean. They would always love each other and in death, be perpetually inseparable.
I found an intriguing photo at the Up Against Mortality blog that lead to Photo Challenge #172. It was such a mournful image and certainly my melancholy tale reflects that.
I gave my characters names inspired by the poem Monday’s Child. In this case, “Wednesday’s child is full of woe” and “Friday’s child is loving and giving,” though her expression of love is a dual suicide.
Friday could have left her twin since looked perfectly human, but their bond was stronger than that. Even as the author, I wish they could have found some place that would have accepted them.
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Intriguing response James, very much enjoyed where you took me..
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Thanks Michael, though where the story went was a very dark place.
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Sometimes our muses take us to such places.
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Sometimes our muses are sadistic.
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Yes true, buts hard to argue with them when they get on a roll…
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It’s the realization that the darkness within our own characters resides within ourselves.
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Most definitely.
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Oh my, I’m getting lots of Addams Family vibes from both the photo and your story, James. You definitely delivered a poignant melancholic tale. I wish this world focused more on embracing our differences as opposed to shunning us for them.
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Which is why I named one of my characters “Wednesday”. It was hard to write because I always want children to be taken care of. But in this case, the world is cruel, and who would accept Wednesday for who she is?
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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nadia-tolokonnikova/criminal-godfathers-and-dirty-birds_b_9149492.html
The picture made me think of this (other picture)… or this reminded me of the picture (above).
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…..Chaika[ the Russian Prosecutor General… or ] “chaika” is literally a seagull — that’s why [… t]he poor bird is unlucky with this namesake, as […] a symbol of corruption and banditism …..
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