Monday, July 27, 2015

Week 13: Secrets

WC: 800 Words



                Frankie Thorn had a secret.  Twiddling with her fingers she removed a ring and slipped it into her pocket.  “All the good ones have some dark harbored past.  Give me a bad guy any day,” Frankie said as she sipped her frozen fufu coffee.  “I’m just saying think about it.  Every decent guy you’ve approved of has not worked out.”
                Finch Thorn, Frankie’s twin, had a secret too.  “Approve is a relative term.  Dan wasn’t half bad.”
                “What’s your definition of half bad,” Frankie asked raising her recently pierced brow, she winced from the motion.
                “You know Mom’s going to just love that you finally put a hole in your face,” Finch said as he drank from her cup.
                Shrugging, “What can I say Christmas came early for Mom.”
                They laughed lightly but the truth found them in the awkward silence that followed.  Frankie reached to retrieve her cup, her free hand twiddling with the ring in her pocket once more.  Feeling the sun warm her skin emboldened her next words as she searched for the courage, “Now,” she started taking a tentative sip, “I’m assuming you’re going to tell me who you really are?”
                Finch looked across the table at the girl he’d called his sister for the last year but shook his head, “No, not really.”
                “Then what reason-”
                “When?  When did you figure it out,” Finch said as he reached for her cup again.  Frankie’s eyes followed his every move.  “How did you know exactly?  I watched your brother, your entire family, I am curious to know if the twin bond is so strong?”
                Frankie watched as he drank from her cup once more.  “Maybe just a little bit of that -”
                “But?”
                “But where’s my brother.”
                “He’s somewhere safe, much safer than here.  You know this planet doesn’t have much time left,” Finch said as he drank more.  It was then he reflected how he’d likely miss her taste in drinks.  She never went wrong in that way but how she’d known still plagued him.  Fake Finch started to suspect he might not actually discover the fatal flaw until he caught her eyes on him and the cup.  He smiled. 
                “What do you mean,” Frankie asked as she leaned in closer.  The spirals in her long black hair had fallen, her sunglasses pushed onto her forehead had crept forward.  She stayed hidden as Fake Finch stared at her and for a moment her mind wondered what if he knows…
                “Exactly that,” he said finishing her drink.  As Fake Finch stood Frankie followed suit.  Her hair in tumbles because she knew this was her only chance.
                She rushed to his side of the table for a goodbye hug, “Please, I- I just want my brother back.”
                Fake Finch smiled and shook his head, “The assignments over-”
                “What are you going to do to him?”
                Fake Finch brow arched, “You can always find out.  It might turn out to be a better set up when you think about it.  You pick- die here or out there?” Fake Finch said looking toward the sky. 
                “What are you… really?” Frankie’s voice fell to a deathly whisper, not afraid of the answer but afraid that maybe he might see past her.  That he might figure it out.  She let one hand fall to the side and reached into her pocket once more.  The ring was like a talisman, she pulled power from it and as she watched Fake Finch ponder the answer she worried if she’d be able to keep her own promise.
                “Take me instead,” Frankie burst out as Fake Finch opened his mouth. 
                Fake Finch considered her words and without another walked away.  Frankie watched as he weaved the café tables to the exit and at the gate he stopped.  He waited and Frankie rushed over.  As she grabbed hold of her fake brother’s hand she took in the sights of this planet once more.  It had been home for a long time. 
                Frankie and Finch were placed on assignment centuries ago, often choosing their host carefully but now it was in jeopardy.  Frankie found her ring and slipped it on.
                It was at an abandoned warehouse where they finally stopped.  Fake Finch pulled a key from his pocket and undid the chains.  “You know what’s odd?  I’ve always thought you somehow knew.  It was as though you knew my secret the entire time.”
                “Give me a bad guy any day,” she smiled nervous that if she spoke any more her mouth might betray her.  Afraid she might not ever see Finch again.  As it was Fake Finch took her words without question and let it go. 

                Frankie twisted the ring on her finger and held onto her secret once more as she left one world behind and entered another.    

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