Micro/Flashfiction Theme: “Bickering Clones”
Rodger aimed the gun at Amelia’s head. “How could you kill my wife? Your sister!”
She cocked her head to the side. “You mean my clone? I mean, twin?” She shrugged. “She was bickering at me. It. Was. Annoying.” She tried to hug him.
“Get away from me.” He knocked her over.
“Hubby, it’s okay. This happens. There will always be more of us.” Rodger put a bullet in Amelia’s grinning face.
He collapsed, sobbing.
Familiar arms wrapped themselves around him. He backed away in horror.
The group of women who appeared with loving expressions looked identical to his wife.