I Didn’t Want to Take the Proffered Hand
get your hands out of your pockets- — or a lover
- Are you two brothers?
- notwithstanding the absurdity
- Then things got worse.
Tune in next time part 203 Click Here for Earlier Installments
I didn’t want to take the proffered hand until I knew to whom it belonged. For all I knew these clowns had jeweled daggers of their own and wanted to use them on me. I hauled myself higher.
“What the?” said the voice above me. “Are you climbing with your toes? It’d go a lot faster if you’d get your hands out of your pockets.”
There was something so familiar about the voice. Did it belong to an enemy — or a lover? I had so many of each, and many people qualified as both.
I finally did pull my hands from my pockets so that I could grab the floor where these mystery individuals stood and haul myself out of the shaft. I found myself face to face with my identical twin, Jason. Beside him stood a man I’d never seen before.
“Hey wow,” the stranger said. “Are you two brothers?” He elbowed Jason. “You never told me Charlie was your brother.”
“Never seen this guy before,” Jason said without his lisp.
“But he looks just like you!”
Things were looking up, notwithstanding the absurdity of pretending I didn’t see the resemblance between myself and my twin.
Then things got worse.
bonus points for using them in order