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The Doublemint Twins

Greetings everyone---
 
Hope all is well with you as you are reading this. I just want to say thank you for the support you've been giving me as I  endeavor to create a blog that I hope will have some real value. I know life pulls us all in so many directions. I know that things can get so overwhelming that taking the time to check out anything on the Internet---let alone my blog site---is not exactly high on that list of priorities. So when it does happen that life gives you those moments where you can read my posts, it's something that I feel I must acknowledge greatly. Thank you, again.
 
Well, with all the above being said, let me get right down to business. Here's a very short story I wrote quite awhile back. I'd say it was the first among my early writings that fit into the genre of short story writing. It's nothing fancy or complicated. Just simple with a simple message, one I hope you will grasp. If you want to comment on it, you can. If not, thank you for reading it just the same. I'm open to constructive criticism. In fact I encourage it.
 
 
LISA AND LIA: THE DOUBLEMINT TWINS
 
By Lesmotsique
 
               
 
     Listen to this, my friend. There once lived two sisters who just happened to be twins. One was named Lisa. The other was named Lia. Lisa and Lia were both very beautiful—both inside and out. They, like many twins, shared much in common. They both liked to eat vanilla ice cream with chocolate chip cookies. They both like to wear the same clothes. They both liked to sing together in their high-school choir, and sometimes even to read the same novels.
 
     One day, Lisa and Lia decided to stop off at their favorite store and treat themselves to some ice cream and cookies. They looked so happy in their beautiful red dresses; and when they both smiled, there seemed not a cloud in the sky. Everyone who came in contact with them could not help but smile back at them, for their joy was so contagious.
 
     As they walked home, laughing and joking, they came upon a boy who was a little older than the boys they were used to. They had seen him around the school with books in his hand a few times, so they figured he was not quite a man yet. They noticed that he had a camera in his hand, taking photos of the surrounding landscape that was filled with all sorts of colorful flowers. Lisa and Lia immediately caught his eye, and he came rushing toward them as if he wanted to take their picture.
 
     “Oh, you are like the flowers of a garden—so beautiful and so radiant. I must confess I’ve never in my entire life encountered so much loveliness until now. My name is Paul. What are your names?”
 
     Lisa and Lia had both received compliments before, but for some reason this boy’s words were different. They both could not quite understand why he made them blush. But he did, and all they could do was just laugh. They liked the way he talked. It was funny, but cute. He continued.
 
     “Ah, I see. You are bashful, the two of you. I like that. Most of the girls I run into these days are so shameful. They would do anything just be with me. It is so good to know that there are still girls”—he hesitated—“I mean young ladies such as yourselves who still have that special quality men such as myself look for in a woman. If you don’t mind, I’d like to see you again. Do you think it’s possible?”
 
     At that, the two girls smiled, but Lia also answered.
 
     “We are not allowed to date boys. We are only fourteen,” she said somewhat sadly. Then she quickly recovered. “But just the same, I’m Lia, and this is my sister Lisa.”
 
     “You are not allowed to date?” Paul said with disbelief. “Why you are practically grown women. Don’t your parents trust you?”
 
     “Yes, of course, they do,” said Lisa. “It’s just that they want us to concentrate on school. It’s important that we get our education. We plan on going to college,” she said proudly.
 
     To college?” Paul said with sudden curiosity and then inspiration. “Well, what better way to go to college than to model? The two of you would be just perfect. You’d both be like the Doublemint Twins?”
 
     When Paul said that, Lia and Lisa’s eyes became lit, like candles. They’ve always wanted to be like the Doublemint Twins. And to get paid for something both liked doing was added icing on the cake. Nevertheless, their mother admonished them not to date—at least not now. So, as they said their “no-thank-yous” and started to head home, Paul slipped a piece of paper in Lia’s hand.
 
     When Lia returned to her room, she read the note that Paul had given her, and tried as she could, she could not resist the power of Paul’s words. She tried to convince Lisa, but Lisa would have nothing to do with it. So she decided to meet Paul on her own—at his home. She hated lying to her sister and doing something that she was not supposed to, but she just had to be a Doublemint Twin. If she could only show her sister that there was no harm in modeling for Paul, perhaps she might convince her to go along with her.
 
     But things did not turn out the way she had hoped. Only after a short stay at Paul’s place, he started touching her in all the wrong places. She protested and he grabbed her by the arm. She begged him to let her go while trying to disengage herself from his firm grip. She pleaded again, but to no avail. He pushed her on the sofa and she screamed. And just as he was about to approach her, the doorbell rang.
 
     Paul seemed both annoyed and embarrassed, and he apologized to Lia, who, in tears, ran to the door and unlocked it. There stood Lisa.
 
     When Lia saw her sister Lisa, she hugged her, and immediately they both left Paul’s home and arrived to the safety of their own.
 
     “Did he—” started Lisa, anger swelling in her voice. “Are you alright?”
 
     “Yes,” said Lia. And then, as if an afterthought, she said, “But how did you know I’d be there?"
 
Lisa loved her sister so much. She did not want to tell her that Paul had also given her his number. She knew how much Lia liked Paul, and how she wanted to be a Doublemint Twin. Lisa did not want to add insult to injury by telling her that Paul tried to play her as well. Lisa knew that despite their similarities, Lia envied her street smarts, and Lia would feel even worse knowing that she fell for Paul’s story, while Lisa had not. So she decided that she would not tell Lia—at least not now. With that in mind, she answered the way she thought was best.
 
     “What do you expect from Doublemint Twins?” Lisa at last replied.
 
     They both looked knowingly at each other, and the radiance came through despite the cloud that hovered above them.     
 
 
 

2 Comments to The Doublemint Twins:

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Steven on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 1:49 AM
Interesting story with a message and moral. Do you have any graphics to go with your stories?
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Lesmotsique on Thursday, May 23, 2013 4:51 PM
Thank you. I appreciate your taking the time to read my work. And no to your question about the graphics. I had not thought of providing such for my stories for adult book-reading, though with regard to this particular story, I could see it as suited for graphic treatment. I could have a select number of stories featured with graphics in a book format. I could cut down on the expense by having these stories told along with simple line drawings, as opposed to bold colorful ones. But, if I could really have it my way, I'd prefer the latter. It would be even nice to see my stories revealed here on this blog accompanied with the words in vividly colored beautiful graphics. Believe me, I know what a sight--and a site that would be. ... Thank you, again, Steven. I appreciate your thoughtful and most helpful contributions. Take care. God bless.

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