Flashfiction: Decisions

“Well that’s disconcerting” Leon told the man staring at him. The man did not say anything back, just looked a little bemused. They were similar. Same pallor, same slim frame and narrow shoulders. But the man’s cravat was impeccably strait and his dark hair was pressed back, not falling into his eyes as Leon’s always was.

The posture, too was different. Confident was the word Leon uncomfortably came to. This was a man people might listen to, or at least respect.

Leon smirked and watched the man do the same, suddenly looking a bit more like him. “Much better.” He commented and the man just looked at him as if wondering what the hell Leon was doing.

“If I knew I would tell you.” Leon promised him and turned away from the mirror.


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