Independence

As Alike As Two Peas in a Pod?

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

TWIN GIRLS
Sandy and Mandy were identical twins.  Green-eyed beauties with dark brown hair, a smattering of freckles, and charming dispositions. From the day of their birth, mom had dressed them in identical outfits. When they started school, she bought them identical backpacks, and pulled their hair into identical pony tails.

She bragged to everyone about how “exactly alike” they were and insisted they do identical chores and play identical games at the same time. She sent them to Gramma’s farm together every year.

And every year, wearing blue jeans faded to exactly the same shade, with pony tails riding at exactly the same height and identical green eyes gazing into the peaceful pond at exactly the same time, they stood on the old wooden bridge and dreamed — totally separate, independent dreams.

And Mom couldn’t do anything about it

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What Will You Do If . . . ?

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

One of my favorite poets, Dennis O’Brien, from Australia, just keeps writing limericks that shine a bright light on so much of what is going wrong in our world right now and how vital it is that we look the truth in the eye and start dealing with it. He’s a master of the social satire poem, and I don’t purpose to set myself up as his peer. However, his work has challenged me to use what poetic gift I have to at least say something from this side of the “pond,” so here’s my two cents’ worth to add a little more food for thought and a little more fuel to the fire.

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© Sandra Conner

WHAT WILL YOU DO IF . . . ?

I am tired of this guy, Mr. O.
I’m thinking he really should go.
But there’s some that believe
He has tricks up his sleeve,
And he has some surprises in store.

It’s conjectured he’ll stir up some strife,
And when hell’s broken loose, and hate’s rife,
Then he’ll cry, “Martial Law,”
And our freedoms, they’ll fall,
But he’ll claim it’s about saving life.

So the white house would remain his home,
Oval office desk chair still his throne,
‘Til the strife could be fixed
All elections he’d nix,
And a third term conveniently own.

Such conjectures: I pray they are lies.
Our forefathers would bitter tears cry
If they had to behold
As our arms we just fold
And allow blood-bought freedom to die.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown-ups – Week 89 — ‘Identity’

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

Julia’s 100-word story challenge this week is a beautiful picture from Marianne Whooley at Maris World.  My story is below the picture.

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IDENTITY

Sandy and Mandy were identical twins: blond, green-eyed beauties with a smattering of freckles and charming dispositions. Mom dressed them in identical outfits, bought them identical backpacks, and pulled their hair into identical pony tails.

She bragged to everyone about how “exactly alike” they were and insisted they do identical chores and play identical games at the same time. She sent them to Gramma’s farm together every year.

And every year, pony tails riding at exactly the same height, matching green eyes gazing into the peaceful pond, they stood on the old bridge and dreamed – utterly separate, sublimely independent dreams. 

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Come on: you can write a 100-word story too. Join us by visiting Julia’s site and getting all the information about how to take part.
http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week89/