Van put her sister’s bag by her old bed and turned to go back downstairs. Vic caught her from behind, bear hugging and leaning her body weight into Van. In the long mirror by the door they looked at each other’s reflections. The clean side of Vic face peeked out from Van’s hair.
“Missed you,” Victoria said.
“Missed you,” Vanessa answered. She started to smile but froze when the other side of Vic’s face slid out from behind her hair.
“Together again,” Vic whispered close to Van’s ear.
Van was careful not to pull away until Vic let go first. My sister, she reminded herself. She took the stairs slowly, walked into the kitchen, quietly opened and closed the cabinets and the fridge, and began preparing dinner.
An hour later she pulled a sheet of roasted root vegetables from the oven and set them next to the chicken breasts that were resting under a tin foil tent. She had heard Vic banging around upstairs, slamming doors, turning on the shower, and then it was silent for a while. Van had fought the urge to go check on her and instead forced herself to methodically clean the kitchen.
Vic finally came downstairs and walked into the kitchen just as Van was putting the roasted vegetables on the stove top to cool. Vic crowded by her sister and reached for a wedge of sweet potato.
“Careful, you’ll hurt yourself,” Van said, regret instantly pooling against her cheeks. “It’s hot,” she explained feeling dumb when Vic continued to smirk at her, fingers still poised over the sheet.
“I wouldn’t want to hurt myself,” Vic said, half her face smiling, the other half baring its teeth.
Above is an excerpt from my short story Half.
Two sister reunited for better or for worse. You can probably guess which.
To save you all a long ello scroll you can read the full story here. Brew some tea first so you have something warm to hold onto.