It has been a long, difficult journey with this heavy weight on my shoulders. I'm looking for a bridge to toss it over. This town is full of bridges, but so far I haven't found one. I have been looking for hours, it seems to me, but I must have been looking in all the wrong places.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me. It was a disfigured man wearing a purple cape and a red scarf. He had a hook nose and dead eyes and he was carrying more weights then I was. He was struggling with an enormous bag slung over his shoulder, almost tripping as his huge feet plodded along the dusty road.
"Don't know where I could find a bridge do yer?" the old man asked. As he shuffled his bag to the opposite shoulder, I got a whiff of a sickeningly sweet odor. "It's just that I've been looking for a place to drop this for years." That was when I realized that the bag was shaking, as if something inside was trying to escape. Suddenly the bag ripped open and a figure approximately my size and shape fell on to the cold, wet concrete road.
'Oh pardon me' he said as he stooped to gather up his burden - the body of a woman. The woman was covered in honey, she seemed to twitch but not be alive.
"Friend of yours?" I asked.
"She may be sweet," the old curmudgeon spat, "But I've never thought of her as a friend."
"She looks...familiar."
The old man promptly changed the subject. 'Yeah well. So what's in your sack?'
From the sack, I pull out ten boxes of juicy juice, and the old man went ballistic. He started to lick his fingers and part of his arm. Then he grabbed one of the juice boxes and began to pour it on the head of the burden woman.
"That's right, drown in the sweetness," the old man said with a cackle.
"This guy is just plain weird or something," I thought with both my right eyebrow and right corner of my mouth twitching.
"I s'pose you find me odd," the man said. "But don't you see how our burdens are really the same?"
"Take a look closer, don't you remind her anything?" he said to me.
"What the heck," I thought, "but that can't be? My parents told me that I was an only child? Could she be my long and forgotten twin?" "No, she doesn't remind me of anyone", I screamed. "What are you trying to do? make fun of me?", I added.
That made me remember why I was looking for the bridge in the first place. Not that it mattered any more now the man had emptied the juicyfruit cartons over my dead twin, i'm glad I never told him that they were a day out of date.
In a fit of uncontrollable raged, whether it was from finding out I was a twin or maybe finding out she was dead or maybe both, with all of my strength, I threw the guy on to the nearest light post. His purple cape tasted of ages old oatmeal; I know because it hit me in the face as I threw him.
Since I was not sure if my unbearably sweet, dual-identity burden was really gone, dead, or just out of date, I whipped out my phone and placed a call to the one person who would know for sure. "Mum? Mum, now listen.... I've got to ask you a question...but...sit down first o.k?.... cause it might come as a bit of a shock.....".
WHAM! Purple cape man ripped the light post I threw him against out of the ground and swung at me, missing by a hair.
"What was that dreadful noise in the background?" Mum asked with a terrified, knowing tone to her voice.
"Oh, that? It's nothing. Just purple cape man trying to kill me after I threw him in to the light post. But I digress. Back to the question at hand..." I shuffle my feet nervously as I steer the conver, "Did I ever had a twin, mom?"
There was a long silence at the other end of the line before she answered, "Well, not a twin, exactly."
