Friday Fictioneers – Brothers

A Suitable Boy. Lord of the Rings. Clarissa. War And Peace. What do all these books have in common? Classics? Probably. Epics? Some say. Unputdownable? Could be. I’ve never read them? True. But what I had in mind was this – they’re all really really long. And as such, would never be allowed to appear in a FriFic post.

Because when Rochelle‘s email comes a-pingin’ into the inbox and we all start a-writin’ in response to the prompt pic we only get 100 words to begin, middle and end our fiction.

Here’s this week’s pic, one of Rochelle’s own:

 

If you want to read everyone’s literary output, pay a visit to Frogtopia where we all share.  And then, if you fancy it, you can read my story too. Here it is:

 

When we were young, strangers always asked if my brother and I, a year apart, were twins. But our similarity was only skin-deep.

“You’re as different as sunshine and showers,” our Mum said. He was quieter, preferring the more scholarly indoor life, while I was happier outside, exploring, imagining. On camping holidays he saw every cloud as gathering storms, demanding to go home, but even the heaviest rainfall couldn’t persuade me to abandon the tents.

Now though, as adults, our differences are our strengths; I am an actor, he my agent and accountant. A family business we have built together.