On July 19, 2023, P.T. Wyant posted at ptwyant.com a Wednesday Words prompt: “It’s all over except for the crying.”
This mythologically inspired bit of science fiction fantasy popped into my head as a result…
*It’s all over but the crying.*
I tried to block her, block the image she sent into my mind of my hair tangled on the floor, hiding my weeping face. It was a promise, a promise to make me cry like that once she found me.
Electra gripped my hand. “Don’t listen to her. Iphigenia, don’t let her into your head like that.”
Easy for her to say. She’d never been as close to Klytamnestra as me. Our mother-origin had never shared so many of her thoughts and wishes with my sister clone as she had with me.
As a result, Klytaemnestra had never been able to hurt or scare Electra as much as she could me.
*I’m trying.* I spoke without moving my lips, allowing Electra’s strong arms to enfold me, to comfort me.
For all her strength, Electra couldn’t keep out Klytaemnestra’s voice.
*Iphigenia.* The voice of our original self, whom Electra and all our clone sisters were based on crept into my ears as if she was right there, whispering into them. *There’s only so long you can hide. I’ll find you.*
I blocked out of the darkness of the room, anything in reality which might lead back to me. I visualized myself standing with my hair half-curled on top of my head, falling in ringlets around my head. It was warm enough to wear a loose gown within the open air temple, looking down at the cliffs of the sea.
*My sacrifice.* Klytaemnestra stood beside me, glossy chestnut locks in the same style as my own. We might have been twins instead of clones. *Helen would have had me knock you into the ocean, to summon the waves. To bring me to her.*
*Why didn’t you?” I dared a sideways glance at my enemy. *As you say, my destiny is to die for you.*
*I prefer to keep you at my side than to sacrifice you, even if my choice enrages Helen.* She reached out to touch my cheek. *I will, however, make you suffer for your betrayal. For leaving me for Electra.*
I shut my eyes, pulling away from the fresh air back into the dark room. Back into Electra’s arms.
“What is she doing?” Electra had a harder time speaking mind to mind that the rest of us, even though she could always hear me. *Is she trying to convince you to return to her?*
*She’ll have to try harder than that.* I wrapped my arms around her waist, breathed in the smell of my clone sister. *I told you. I chose you. I chose to go with you. Even if we have to hide, I’d rather be with you.*
“And I’d rather run than be her slave.” Electra hugged me back. “I’m so glad you’re here with me, Iphigenia.”
We held each other, unsure how long we’d still be free. Unsure when Klytaemnestra would catch up with us, find us on the backwater planet we’d taken refuge upon.
No matter what she said, it wasn’t over yet. Not as long as Electra and I were together.