We called each other same snowflakes, but we weren’t twins. We didn’t even look alike, me and Rosie, her with black hair and me with blonde. Mama called us her looking-glass girls. We were inseparable.
We both fell for Ben. How could we not? We loved the same things, me and Rosie. He loved us both, but he loved Rosie more. I was the quiet one, the shy one. I wanted to be bold like her.
Time changes us. I watched my looking-glass reflection wander the snowy hills, loving and loved by him. I let the landslide take them both.
This post was written in response to two prompts:
I gave Tara Roberts this prompt: A day in the life. You decide whose life. Word limit: 500 words.
When I got this prompt from through the Scriptic prompt exchange, how could I resist the temptation to also link up to Lance’s own 100 Word Song prompt? This week’s song: Landslide by Fleetwood Mac. This is my first time participating in the 100 Word Song prompt.