The life of a man, a woman, a korman; Of Broken Lives to Come

With a quick flick of the wrist the pages will be turned. Sadly, the third page suffers from the vigor and it will be torn. Not completely but enough. There will be a great flash. When they look again they will find that the book has had its . They will look at each other. They will not know how the other came to be there. Then they will look at the pages and how their hand will over lap. So much will they be like the other.

In fact, he will find the only real difference in his neighbor will be the softer features of the face, the lack beard and the breast now pressed against his arm. Like the closest sister ever formed, but she was not his sister.

He was such a strange beast. Where had he come from? How had he appeared? Was it the page she had ripped. She did not understand. The man could be a brother though she had never seen his face before.