Here is my entry in this week's challenge, titled "Castor Gray."
Verry and Rutherd, upon returning from the metroplex, stopped at my home before going their respective ways. I assumed their vacation involved some profligate, non-stop series of “bonding” events, as the twins were now identical in genes only. Verry had thinner flesh on his face than the undead; Rutherd was a fresh battery, glowing and electric.
“Rough night, Verry?”
I brought out chardonnay and crostini. When I flicked on a light, Verry’s dark circles bled over his face. He didn’t touch the food, but Rutherd gorged himself. Verry clutched his stomach.
“So, what’d you do in the city?” I asked.
Rutherd laughed wildly and choked on a cracker. In an instant, he recovered. Verry twisted on the floor, gasping. He hadn’t taken a bite.
I stammered, “V-Verry—”
Rutherd grabbed Verry’s hand as Verry turned blue. Both twins were in tears.
“My brother, my brother, I’m… so sorry…”
[-@SareeseFeet, 150 words]