The picture was taken fifty years ago. The colors black and white are the only color visible on that small piece of paper.
“What are you hovering about?”
I turned to see my mother. “Your picture.” I pointed her face on the picture.
“Oh, that?” She laughed sarcastically. “That’s sister!” And explained everything.
I spent my time thinking it was my mother who was on the background as like photo bomber; she was unaware it had been taken. But it turned out a twin which died thirty years ago before I was born or my parents even meet at that.
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100 Words in 100 Stories, eh?
Random[COMPLETED] Another book for compilation of stories but of maximum and minimum of just 100 words each stories. Book language is preferably English. Also, provides different genres. *** Related Stories: Really, 200 Words in 200 Stories, yeah?, Volum...