Appendages

They are identical twins, waiting for their espresso in the café, looking at each other without seeing. They’ve seen it all before and will see it all again.

The one’s shoulder blades jut at his cotton t-shirt. He’s growing wings, much to the other’s chagrin. It’s taking more time than he expected.

The other’s been working on a tail and it’s going better than he’d hoped. Most tails, he’s learned, are half suggestion. He isn’t sure where this will lead.