Flash Fiction #92 – The Bad Twin

They had a wonderful wedding rehearsal and now lie curled up in bed.

“I’m not Ken.”

Eva laughs at that. Of course he’s Ken! His mother just showed all his baby photos. Ken is a twin—or was—before…

She looks at his scarred face.

“Ken, the good son, started the fire. Ken, the good son, died. So, Brian, the bad son, lied.”

“How can your parents not…”

“Know?” He shrugs. “Denial? It made us all happy, having him alive. But he can’t marry you.”

She kisses his scar. “Agreed. Because I’m marrying Brian.”

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