Well again I digress and somehow I have managed to go off into never never land of my imagination leaving my characters sitting on the side of the road waving “hey you why did you leave us here yet again? We want you to tell our story and yet you are ditching us yet again.”

I yell back to my characters, “Hey now some of the effort has to come from you as well and the both of you…”  I glare at the twins, “Are not co-operating either! You keep twisting around and dodging the stuff that you don’t want to talk about.  It is really hard to tell your story if you don't  tell it to me!"

I watched as the twins turned to each other, and then I barely caught their whispers, “She is going nuts and its not our fault that we don’t feel comfortable talking about stuff…” 

I raised my eyebrows at them,  “You have problems then and so I give you ideas but you whine and shift around and say no.  And then you can sit there for a while and comtemplate life.  I am going for a walk.”  I stormed off leaving them alone on the road.

But some how I could still hear them in the back of my mind, it was almost like they hadn’t left, or I hadn’t stormed off.  But I was mad and I want to move on out of the swamp.  There was only so may ways that I can keep talking about the dampness humidity of that place. And then I turn around and there they were trudging behind me.  They stopped and turned. I think they were hoping that I hadn’t seen that they were following me.  So I thought to myself,  maybe this will help and after all … “Hey!” I shouted as I looked around, “We are not in the swamps anymore!”

They stopped and then turned back to me looking around at the lonely road that was pitted and cracked in places obviously it hadn’t been driven down in a very long time.  There was a small trail of grass growing in the center of the scarred tar.   The boy scuffed his feet on the road.  “Yeah maybe.”  He kept his head down the dark hair fell into his face covering his eyes.  He pushed it to the side but it didn’t stay there. 

He looked alone but he really wasn’t for his twin was standing there beside him.  The old jean jacket that he was wearing was shabby and worn on the elbows and there was a button that was missing from the front.  His dark pants had seen some better days and they were  before he had started wearing them.