War of the Twins, an excerpt

Twin shadows pulled him up the hill as his legs turned slowly into stone. The honking rose up behind him like a dream barely remembered at lunch the next day. They lurched off to his right, directly into a telephone pole.

A couple bunker busters plowed through his consciousness as he rolled onto his back. Two girls, blondes?, ran toward him an called out with one voice. They pulled him to his feet. When the shadows pulled him into the pole they must have split the world in two. Next thing he knew, twin beds were falling up at him, and the blondes were falling on his back. Someone said "I'm sorry" somewhere.

Sunlight peeled his eyes open. Those bombs were still exploding inside his head. Their feet were dangling off the foot of the bed, weighted down by their shoes. Dread filled him as he looked at that beautiful face squished against the sheets, a dark spot under her parted lips. He hobbled into the bathroom and just sat there on the toilet, completely unable to figure out why he felt like something had gone horribly wrong the night before.