Alice was an average girl. No exceptional skills, no unique features. She would always wear a white shirt and a knee length skirt. She was an easygoing lady, who wouldn’t even raise her voice. Obedient by nature, Alice wouldn’t complain about work, no matter how depressing it would get sometimes. The main reason was she had no one to listen to her complaints.

On a typical Monday morning, overwhelmed by work she couldn’t accept her life as it was- “just another day at the office”. So, out of pure desperation she cried:
“I wish there was two of me”

She hadn’t thought long and hard before sending an irretrievable message. Her prayers had never been answered until that moment. There wasn’t any logical reason that could explain “the awkward event”. Work wasn’t worse than any other day. She had undoubtedly seen worse. She wasn’t more sincere or confident or even desperate than other times she had prayed but miraculously in the coffee room there was another Alice.

Alice and Alice eyed each other from head to toe.
“Hey?”
“Hey?”

THE END