Daily Prompt: Clone Wars
If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?
Guaranteed healthy and mentally stable! Cheerful and confident! That’s the manufacturer’s guarantee.
I had not expected her to be beautiful. I mean, she’s my clone, right? But she was way better looking than me. She was two sizes smaller! Of course, they’re fed a vegan diet at the clonetorium, and excersized rigorously every day. There are no damaging UV rays there, so her skin was flawless. She’d never smoked or drank alcohol beyond what’s required for regular maintenance. She’d never had children to grey her hair, so it was the color mine used to be, only shinier and healthier and waist long. She looked ten years younger than me.
I told everyone that I just didn’t need a clone. The truth is, I was jealous and insecure. I couldn’t stand to have someone around who was me, only better. It would be a constant reminder of my short-comings, how I might have looked, if I’d been grown in a clonetorium. I’d have a lovely disposition too, had I been grown in perfect conditions. No one had ever said a harsh word to her, lied to her or broken her heart.
I couldn’t stand the thought of her humming around my house, cheerfully doing everything better than I could. I damn sure didn’t want her around my husband. Oh, hell no!
So I donated her. She’ll be put to good use, in Africa, distributing condoms.