I was born a twin. For twenty years we shared everything including a face.
Until the accident. I got all mashed up and we didn’t look so alike then.
She was happy. Oh she said, poor Sarah with your busted nose and the great big scar that will probably fade- eventually! But inside she was just loving it. I could tell.
That was probably why I hit her with a great big rock! See how you like that Emma I told her.
I kept hitting her. How did I know she was going to die.
Now I am on the ward. Locked up as a loon.
I have been here more than 50 years. They don’t let me have shiny things. The new nurse doesn’t know this yet. But he will learn.
He is supposed to leave the metal drink trolley outside and use a wooden one when I am around.
I can see my reflection, I am old but it is still young. It sneers at me and I go a bit nuts. I push the cart over and the drinks go everywhere. Alarm bells ring and they all come running.
Old Sally as they call me has had a little moment.
I have heard about good and evil twins-a classic story.
You would think I was the bad one. As I see that mocking face reflected in the upturned trolley I can’t help but wonder!