Flash Fiction: Twinster - Part IV

Twinster - Part IV

By Sinmisola Ogúnyinka

Photo: The Aneke Twins Source: Bellanaija.com, 2017

Twinster - Part I Link

Twinster - Part II Link

Twinster - Part III Link

“Trust! Dazzline Murray Destiny Henric. How you throw that word around!” Victor smiled because he didn’t want to lose control. He couldn’t bear to. Again.

Daz wept now, her nude make-up held nicely, though. She was still so beautiful and staring at her gave him pain. To think he still had to call his “shrink” once a week to get by, ten years after everything fell apart, said a lot of the impact she had/has in his life. Goodness, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted so badly to hold her.

“So, when are you going to find yourself?” He chuckled. “I don’t even know what to call you.”

Daz sniffed. “Call me Dazzline. Or Daz. That’s my name.”

“Bold. I admire it.” He glared at her. “What will you tell your–friends here, is the reason you changed your name. Or perhaps, I’ll be the only one calling you that.” He clenched his teeth. “Our secret?”

“For goodness’ sake, Victor! What do you want?”

“Nothing, really.” Saying those words brought relief he hadn’t expected. Hmm, years of therapy paying off.

She sniffed. A box of tissues sat on Suzie’s table and he gave her. She took it with shaky hands and blew her nose into a couple.

“I home-school Manny. Do you want to meet him?”

Her question surprised him, again. Being bold had never been a part of Daz Murray. When he met the bubbly, super-sanguine Destiny, Daz practically hid behind her skirts. The twins were just done with high school and Daz was going to college. Des couldn’t decide what she wanted to do, and they had dated on and off for almost four years before he married her, hoping she’d be more stable. He soon realized his mistake. She was ten years younger and only wanted to be free.

“And what will you tell him?”

She went quiet, perhaps to find an answer for him. “Nothing, really.” She laughed.

He laughed. And then she resumed her crying. Daz in her element.

He lowered his voice. “I left because I didn’t know the woman in my bed.”

Oh, Victor!” She sobbed. “We were wrong.”

He felt a congestion in his chest. What exactly happened? He still didn’t know. Maybe it was time, or maybe he should let it go. He’d sworn to himself he would never ask. All he knew was that two years into his loveless, childless marriage, he slept with his wife one night, and she was a virgin!

He could remember screaming so loud he thought his lungs would burst! “Who are you? Where is my wife? What happened to my wife?”

He’d been told a month earlier Daz died of a drug overdose in her condo. “Destiny” had taken it badly but come around slowly, no longer her bubbly herself. The twins had been so close. They’d only had each other all their lives, and Destiny had been the leader. She now seemed to have no one to control, which was the essence of her life. There was nothing he didn’t do to try and get her out of her “shell.”

“Trust.” He fought tears. “You told me the truth, didn’t you? Wasn’t that why we agreed to keep it a secret from everyone? You’d forever be Mrs. Destiny Henric, and we’d live quietly and happily.” He sniffed. “No scandals.”

“I lied to you.” She bit her lips. “I’m sorry, Victor.”

He stood. He could not take any more betrayal from her. Maybe she was Destiny? No, the one everybody knew as his wife, Destiny, died while doing drugs, and her sister took the opportunity to take over her husband. No more “truths.” He couldn’t handle any more. He discovered who she was, they agreed to keep the secret, she told her mother, who told her sister, who told her neighbor. Half of New York got to know, he moved out to keep his sanity. She had their baby, left town. Peace reigned for ten years till he decided it was time to move on too. The massive contract in Arizona presented itself at the right time. He’d travel across the country to get away. Only showed how so tight-knit their hearts were. Right?

He was wrong.

They’d fallen in love with each other so much. He could barely breathe without her, and the same was true for her. Everyone said the tragedy healed their marriage. She got pregnant. All was indeed well. Then…

He shuddered. “I guess, I should let you know, I’ve tried to put this saga behind me. I also will have to leave town because I can’t be here with you, as we both can see.” He snatched a couple tissue from the box. “Say hi. Especially to your dad, when you speak to him.”

“He died five years ago. Mom lives with me now.”

Oh.” he gasped. “Right. Mother hen lives here too.” And then he spelt out the worst of the swear words and headed for the door.


The story ends in Twinster - Part V next month.

About the Author

Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastor’s wife, mother, writer and movie producer. She has a university degree in Economics and is a Craftsman of Jerry B. Jenkins’ former Christian Writers’ Guild. Sinmi, as she is fondly called, blogs, teaches writing, and writes. She also has a day job in customer service. Sinmi lives with her family in Philadelphia, PA.

You can connect with Sinmisola online at her blog, on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

You can read Sinmisola’s “Flash Fiction” column on the 4th Tuesday each month here at Pandora’s Box Gazette.

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