charloft, 100 words -who are you?

"What did dad give you?”

Having drinks with your sister, you think she looks just the same. What is it about your family that they all look just the same? Time doesn’t touch them the same way time touches everyone else. Maybe it’s just the way we keep our memories. Maybe it’s something else.

You watch her eyes glitter and your mind trips over heredity. Height, intelligence, coloring. What did your father give you?

“… that I can do anything,” she replies with a half smile and you know there’s more, “to anyone, anytime, without anyone else being the wiser.”



note: sister, Moira, borrowed - with much love.