a hope - that they're not cursed at birth

by reminiscent-afterthought

Because there was really no way to be sure, and all they could do was look at the identical little bundles and hope.

A/N: Written for the Drabble Prompts Challenge, #021 – birth.

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a hope…that they weren't cursed at birth

There'd been nothing strange about the twins
when they'd been born: the perfect pair
nestled together in a single crib
with identical sleepy smiles and a blanket
covering them both.

If someone had said one was cursed
they might have laughed.

(Might have, because they couldn't be entirely sure
the curse had skipped their blood).