30 Days of Fiction, Day #7: Every Freaking Day
I'm a little person on the inside, the tall child explained. The conjoined twin parents rolled their eyes in unison. She had been talking this way since birth: in hyperbolic non sequiturs. You are absolutely not, the mother-half announced, her sharp tongue garbling her speech. The father-half turned his mouth into a flat line that reminded everyone of the grandmother who was nice and had died. I am a skyscraper of inhospitablities, the tall child announced. Her puffed chest filled the room, crowding the parents uncomfortably into a corner meant for storing broken tools.
Time: 5 minutes
Word count: 94