To each, his own

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

While, one was satisfied teaching the economically deprived kids, with his immense qualifications many companies were vying to hire him, the other was immensely delighted in climbing the levels of the corporate ladder.

Three minutes apart at birth, the looks were all that they could vouch for being identical twins.

As different as chalk and cheese,while one enjoyed driving the sedan, the other enjoyed his ride on the cycle. After all, wealth isn’t a reflection of the material possessions was his take, giving back to the society was much dearer to his heart.

<100 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge. The challenge is to write in about 100 words based on the photo prompt. For guidelines please refer  here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.


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  1. Kitty, I had a twin sister who died earlier this year. We didn’t look a bit alike, although our voices were almost indistinguishable. We believed as our parents.The Holocaust was unspeakable – except it really DID HAPPEN. There are not enough adjectives or adverbs in the English language to touch the hem of Anne Frank – who we did learn about. Wickedness was rampant with the Nazis. Good story!

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  2. Reading this reminded me that many years ago I started going to a pub in London, pretending I was one of two identical twins who thought differently – Monday I was Keith, Tuesday I was James, Wednesday I was Keith again and so on. Two sets of contrasting clothes, two differing views on politics etc. I got away with it for a while! Thoroughly enjoyed reading your tale.

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