October 5, 2011

My Huckleberry

In all reality, this town ain't big enough for the both of us.

In a matter of weeks, the sheriff's power has been unceremoniously usurped by a tiny villain.  

They face off at the changing table, where dirty laundry is made and aired.  Sheriff seems to be calling the shots for once, but it's easy to see that she's being manipulated.  In the blink of an eye, their fragile truce can become temporarily damaged.  Then it's off to the cleaners.  Today's casualties serve as a haunting reminder of the weapons that Villain has hidden just out of sight.


Around the corner, at the ol' saloon, our characters meet again.  It's a well-known fact that Villain can drink any city slicker under the table.  And her drink of choice?  I think you already know.  

The rivalry doesn't stop at home.  Heck, these two are neighbors!  As a matter of duty, Sheriff is always behaved and always available.  It's no surprise that Villain takes full advantage of this situation.  (Cue the late night parties and numerous noise complaints.)

There's something funny about this pair, though.  As rotten as this Villain may be, the Sheriff finds herself enjoying their rendezvous.   Sometimes it almost feels like they're in this together, like they're part of a continuous round, like they're important to each other.  So, onward they push, Villain making messes and Sheriff bringing up the rear with a barrage of figurative (and literal) cleaning supplies.

1 comment:

  1. I can just imagine this happening... in your weird state of half awake/half sleeping - due to not having any decent sleep for weeks now! :)

    - Just have to say - my word verification is "chloging" - that's gotta be the union of chatting and blogging :)