I was pretty excited by this past week’s flash friday. The picture below combined with the prompt of friendship served as inspiration. I hope you will enjoy my take that examines a specific kind of friendship, that between a brother and sister.
They’d always looked so much alike. When the family awoke to find Eric gone, stolen away into the promise of life, when it had seemed their humiliation complete, it had been easy to slip into the stiff white coat he’d left behind.
To the appointed place, fingers gripping a pistol they’d never been trained to handle. But victory mattered not. Indeed it would mean a loss far more unendurable than death.
Even Frederick was too frenzied to spot the differences- hair a tinge lighter, lips ever so fuller. Not daring to speak, the contestant in white nodded when asked if prepared.
Ten paces, a solitary shot, and a white coat drenched red.
“My god.” The doctor dropped the corpse’s too delicate wrist.
“No!” Frederick’s knees betrayed him. He knew those lips.
“It seems the reason for this feud has ended it.”
“She may have loved you, Lord Elworth, but she loved her brother more.”
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