Flash Fiction: The Playroom

There’s a crack in the playroom wall. She speaks from the sliver. To her, I was the stillborn twin.

One day we bash it open. I yank her through.

She falls to the floor of her bedroom, beside her brother.

Mom enters. The crack is gone.

Here, we both survived.

Here we play together.



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