sure enough her sister was behind her.
Jennifer yelped with surprise.
“You know it’s still freaky the way you do that!” she said.
Angela laughed and playfully punched her sister’s arm.
“It’s our twin telekinesis JenJen, it’s not my fault I use more of my brain thank you!”
“Yeah it’s just a pity you don’t put it to anything more useful than washing up!” Jennifer said raising an eyebrow.
Angela crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
“Very mature, I can see which part of your massive brain you used to do that.”
“The weather’s great, fancy a–” said Angela.
“Bike?” Jennifer butted in.
“Walk!” Angela finished.
“You changed your mind,” Jennifer laughed. “As long as you’re too tired to peddle after all your housework.”
“I just can’t be bothered to change,” she said, indicating her dress. She saw her dad walk past the kitchen window.
“Better tell Dad where we’re going.”
The twins walked side by side in silence. Any onlookers would be able to tell immediately they were twins. No matter how much Jennifer tried her best to rebel against her mirror image they would always be and look like twins. There was an unspoken, possibly psychic connection between them, they always seemed to be really good at telling what the other was thinking and even though they had different tastes in clothing, nine times out of ten they were dressed in sync colour wise. Jennifer had once seen a photograph of her mum with shocking pillar-box red hair wearing cool punk clothes. It was the coolest thing in the world and she found it hard to believe she had been like that. Once she was at college or uni and away from this place, the first thing she was going to do was dye her hair some mad garish colour. Maybe green.
“So what time do you reckon Mum will be back with Uncle Shane?” Jennifer asked her sister as they walked down a steep narrow pathway through woodland. Angela, now in front, shrugged her shoulders and passed the last of the trees. They stopped in a clearing. A tiny footbridge ran over a little stream, a waist high steel railing at its side for safety, even though the stream was only a few feet wide and a few inches deep. Angela leant on the rail and gazed at the pretty, unimpressive stream.
“I can’t believe you’re actually excited about him coming!”
“Why shouldn’t I be? Jennifer stopped beside her and rested her back against the opposite bar.
“It might as well be the first time I’ve met him for all I can remember. It’s exciting! He’s probably the first member of our family we’re gonna meet that’s actually got something interesting to say and isn’t rambling on about bloody farming and the countryside.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Angela asked, seemingly offended.
“Nothing, it’s just – don’t you ever get fed up with it?”
“With what?”
“With all this?” Jennifer waved a hand at the countryside around them, over the stream that ran through two fields.
“No it’s beautiful. I want to stay here forever,” Angela said solemnly.
“Well I don’t. It’s boring! There’s a huge world out there to see, different cities, cultures, countries. Don’t you ever want to get away, see something new?”
“I’m sure we’ll go away soon, Mum and Dad were only on about it the other week, before…” she couldn’t finish but Jennifer knew she was going to say “before Gran died.”
“Yeah but whenever we go on holiday it’s always to somewhere exactly like here except the people have different accents! I wanna go somewhere where people have different languages!”
“We went to Wales last year!”
Jennifer rolled her eyes.
“That doesn’t count and you know it!”
They stood in silence for a while; Angela thought her sister was ungrateful and selfish. It wasn’t as though their parents were made of money. They had more than enough here. She was happy following in their mum and gran’s footsteps, why wasn’t
Jennifer yelped with surprise.
“You know it’s still freaky the way you do that!” she said.
Angela laughed and playfully punched her sister’s arm.
“It’s our twin telekinesis JenJen, it’s not my fault I use more of my brain thank you!”
“Yeah it’s just a pity you don’t put it to anything more useful than washing up!” Jennifer said raising an eyebrow.
Angela crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
“Very mature, I can see which part of your massive brain you used to do that.”
“The weather’s great, fancy a–” said Angela.
“Bike?” Jennifer butted in.
“Walk!” Angela finished.
“You changed your mind,” Jennifer laughed. “As long as you’re too tired to peddle after all your housework.”
“I just can’t be bothered to change,” she said, indicating her dress. She saw her dad walk past the kitchen window.
“Better tell Dad where we’re going.”
The twins walked side by side in silence. Any onlookers would be able to tell immediately they were twins. No matter how much Jennifer tried her best to rebel against her mirror image they would always be and look like twins. There was an unspoken, possibly psychic connection between them, they always seemed to be really good at telling what the other was thinking and even though they had different tastes in clothing, nine times out of ten they were dressed in sync colour wise. Jennifer had once seen a photograph of her mum with shocking pillar-box red hair wearing cool punk clothes. It was the coolest thing in the world and she found it hard to believe she had been like that. Once she was at college or uni and away from this place, the first thing she was going to do was dye her hair some mad garish colour. Maybe green.
“So what time do you reckon Mum will be back with Uncle Shane?” Jennifer asked her sister as they walked down a steep narrow pathway through woodland. Angela, now in front, shrugged her shoulders and passed the last of the trees. They stopped in a clearing. A tiny footbridge ran over a little stream, a waist high steel railing at its side for safety, even though the stream was only a few feet wide and a few inches deep. Angela leant on the rail and gazed at the pretty, unimpressive stream.
“I can’t believe you’re actually excited about him coming!”
“Why shouldn’t I be? Jennifer stopped beside her and rested her back against the opposite bar.
“It might as well be the first time I’ve met him for all I can remember. It’s exciting! He’s probably the first member of our family we’re gonna meet that’s actually got something interesting to say and isn’t rambling on about bloody farming and the countryside.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Angela asked, seemingly offended.
“Nothing, it’s just – don’t you ever get fed up with it?”
“With what?”
“With all this?” Jennifer waved a hand at the countryside around them, over the stream that ran through two fields.
“No it’s beautiful. I want to stay here forever,” Angela said solemnly.
“Well I don’t. It’s boring! There’s a huge world out there to see, different cities, cultures, countries. Don’t you ever want to get away, see something new?”
“I’m sure we’ll go away soon, Mum and Dad were only on about it the other week, before…” she couldn’t finish but Jennifer knew she was going to say “before Gran died.”
“Yeah but whenever we go on holiday it’s always to somewhere exactly like here except the people have different accents! I wanna go somewhere where people have different languages!”
“We went to Wales last year!”
Jennifer rolled her eyes.
“That doesn’t count and you know it!”
They stood in silence for a while; Angela thought her sister was ungrateful and selfish. It wasn’t as though their parents were made of money. They had more than enough here. She was happy following in their mum and gran’s footsteps, why wasn’t
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