Just sharing Anita Dawes’ excellent poem on the subject of being a twin. I went to school with identical twins, Christine and Pauline. Literally only their mother could tell them apart. They even made sure they had the same colour hair bands on! We never knew which one was which, so we called them ‘Twin’. If one of them was off school sick, the other one looked quite lost. When they left school they worked together behind a shop counter, but I lost track of them after that. I wonder what they’re doing now?
October 2019 Blog Battle
Our word this month is:
You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.
Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.
Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!
The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.
Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.
All from a Single Cell
Things I dislike about being a twin
I wonder if our egg split in the right manner
I’m right-handed, she’s left. Yes, I call…
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