Sissy and Kate : Him


The girls were never close, though Sissy would say different.  There was a deep complexity to their sisterly relationship.  They loved each other, but the distance was too deep for them to like each other.  Jealousy and fear in Sissy’s soul pulled them apart.

Sissy had her father’s form.  Stocky, she had smooth, olive skin, large, brown eyes and dark hair.  At times she could be beautiful.  Kate had her mother’s form.  Slim  with long sultry legs, blonde hair and green eyes, clearly a beauty.  Kate wanted impossibly to have her sister as a friend.  Only God and she knew how badly she wanted this, and only they knew how hard she tried.

Sissy watched her beautiful and loved sister.  Their mother played a huge part in pulling them apart. Sissy took care of mother… to be fair, they both took care of her, but Sissy more so, and rightly so after the horrors she had put mother through, the entire family lived with Sissy’s psychosis.  At the end mother didn’t recognize Sissy, but she knew Kate. Kate, mother’s love child.   Sissy turned away from Kate.  Jealousy rose in her throat like bile.  it was bitter and tasted like rotting garbage.  Bastard, well at least Sissy had her father’s love, or so she thought.  She fell asleep as she usually did at the beach.

“Sissy”, Kate dipped her hand into the iced water inside the foam cooler and ran one long finger up her sister’s arm.

“Yeah”, Sissy squinted one brown bloodshot eye at her while she wiped the melted water from her skin.

“There isn’t anything left to eat in the cooler, let’s go get something up there at that white shack looking place.”


“Yeah?”  Kate squealed with delight. She leaped from her squat, sand rubbing and shifting under her feet.

“Such a child.”

“Why does everyone say that?”  Annoyed.

“Maybe ’cause it’s true ?”

Kate wanted to kick sand  in Sissy’s face.  Thinking the better of it she drove her foot through to the deep, cool sand. “Hey, you know what’s weird. Sitting on the toilet in the beach bathroom knowing the deep ocean is right out there.”

“A little, yeah.”  Sissy’s eyes were blank.  She was gone, again, and most of the time.  Kate watched as her sister turned into someone else.  The problem was…who?  Haughty, cocky, or aggressive.  The depressive was the hardest to deal with, but there’d been a plus to the depressive.  It never tried to kill her.



About debrabellink

I swim in an artistic pool. I write, paint and create jewelry. History, psychology, and all genres of reading material line my bookshelves. I have several manuscripts lying in many baskets. I hope to publish a work of non-fiction sometime, within this year.. that is my goal. I procrastinate... ALOT. Having a desperate and lethal addiction to the 'arts', sometimes it appears to others as though I am missing a floor... don't you believe it. LOL.

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