Twins. Moving through the different paths of chosen lives.
One, seeing the betterment of humanity.
The other, watching the destructive rise and fall of humanity.
Each wore a watch on their left wrist. Each checking their wrists every three or five minutes.
A Italian coffee shop , one sat, drinking espresso, glancing between the beauty of a family’s laughter and times rhythmic tick- tock.
The other, glanced sideways. Two people, voices on the brink of boiling , and times escalating tick- tock .
Twins. One making peaceful progress in life.
The Other, overwhelmed by humanities progress towards self-destruction.