most recent rattlesnake dance

Nightlight was bright. The moon half full and things looked sharp. The boys where drinking rum and cider while the dogs silently dreamed about barking at the moon which was hanging low that night. The trees all stood firm on the hill and the cabin steady with smoke coming out the chimney stood still. This was the time of Jesus the Messiah and during this time of year was always this way...the light gleamed like this on everything.

Josiah was cool. Calm, collected. Just as They warned him he should be. He'd gotten in on the bottom floor, feigned unawareness and optimism, and allowed Them to believe that Them had driven him towards Them's beliefs, Them's prerogatives. He was a spy, and a trusted man. A man of two masters, and while he would follow one, he'd be obedient to the other. Unquestioning. Loyal. How could he love one and follow another?

Polly was a beauty and Josiah was naturally the one she was attracted to. He was a disciplined man, but nature has a way of whipping even the disciplined and Josiah was no exception. Within two months of meeting they fell in love, within four months, they was having babies and it wasn't soon after that the call came from the federal office. They were in trouble. They were fucked. How did the shit hit the fan so fast? How could things go so bad? Well. Fuck fuck fuck.

Josiah had feigned his existence for so long that it had become a rule, and not a desire. Polly was a natural conclusion: She would have been the next obvious evolution to his charade; she was, to all outsiders, most likely to get pregnant and, though his mission was to be completed while he carried on in what all others might consider to be “normal” - “mundane”, even – he was not yet done with his mission. Despite his guidance, he was in love.

Morbid, as twisted as it may seem this only left Josiah to think love meant death. To Josiah if he couldn't have her, neither could the government. So he went on the way he went, towards death and destruction. “Polly, I love you more than anything in the whole wide world. I think you are the greatest thing that was ever created in the universe.” He paused and looked at Polly and Polly looked at him. Then Polly stabbed him with a dagger in the kidney. Suddenly there was chaos and dogs were barking and the the sun went dark. The fight was on: Good and evil, chaos and order.