Will heard the voices loud and clear, arguing in circles, heated in their debate, and their volume raising with each new back and forth. Bill and Billy were at it again. Sighing, he went to settle them down before things escalated too far.
“What seems to be the problem this time,” Will asked, exasperated, even though he knew the answer already.
“Bill said he was the oldest because he doesn’t have a child’s name like I do.”
“Billy said he was the oldest because he knows age isn’t based on names.”
“Bill said he was oldest because he knows that sometimes things are exactly as they seem.”
“Billy said he was oldest because he knows you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough. I don’t need a rehash of the whole argument,” Will interrupted. “We’ve been over this, you are exactly the same age. Let it go.”
“But how can that be?” Bill and Billy chimed in unison.
“One of us has to be older,” Bill insisted.
“One of us has to be first,” Billy stated.
“In this case, the normal rules of the universe don’t apply, and you are in fact exactly the same age.”
Bill glowered and Billy fumed. They didn’t trust Will and they wanted to keep the argument going until they could decipher which of them was eldest.
Seeing their intent, Will attempted to head them off. “You can keep your battle of wits going, as long as you like, but if you rouse William we will all be in trouble. You know he only lets us have free reign while he is sleeping. Once he wakes up he takes control of the body we share and shoves us aside.”
Bill and Billy frowned, they were aware they were facets of William’s personality, but they didn’t like what it meant for their existence.
Will, the first split in William’s personality, had years on the twins and had already accepted his role. He’d grown used to the quiet times too and had been surprised and a little disappointed to find Bill and Billy sharing the space with him one day. But, he adapted and moved on, as he knew they would do eventually too.
“Come on,” Will cajoled, let’s play a game while we still have some time.”
Bill and Billy perked up at the prospect of mischief. “Let’s move William’s car,” they urged.
“That does sound like fun,” Will agreed, “but, which of us gets to drive?”
The twins raced to grab hold of William’s body, but Will knew a shortcut and beat them both to the prize.
In his sleep, William’s lips twisted in a rueful smile.
Yep, you guessed it, this bit of silliness brought to you by this week’s Inspiration Monday writing challenge:
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
BATTLE OF WITS
ANSWERS IN SONG