The Conjoined Twins Figure Out There’s No “I” In Threesome by J. Bradley

We didn’t want to take turns, for once. They couldn’t stand the both of us looking at them, touching them the way each of us wanted to touch them, instead of pretending one of us had control of both hands. I can wear the blindfold instead, they said. We agreed to shake our heads in the appropriate direction. Our loneliness made us bad negotiators, but not this time. It’s us, I said. Or nothing, my brother finished. We didn’t beg them to stay as they put on their clothes and left; after, my brother lit a cigarette anyway to celebrate.

J. Bradley is a two-time winner of Wigleaf’s Top 50 (Very) Short Fictions. He’s the author of Neil & Other Stories (WhiskeyTit Books, 2018). He lives at jbradleywrites.com.

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