0.2 People would never guess we were a number of three.
Fae and I were a spitting image of the other,
Archer being the fraternal one of us.
Maybe that's why us twins didn't have a problem
leaving Archer behind. He may have been our triplet
but we were far from close.
The wind carried our spirits all the way to Manhattan
while Archer's stayed afloat.
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Hollow
Short StoryThe story of who she was before she stumbled into the bar one night and placed herself upon a reserved stool. © 2016, Christine Marie.
