Ok kids every now and then I'll indulge my creative side and give you a story, so enjoy it while it lasts, as my creativity may be limited to very short intervals.
The Last trailer in the line
Rhonda lived in a trailer park in Buckwheat
Next to the Bar was the pharmacy where Rhonda worked, well she thought of it as work but really it was where she watched her shows in the daytime. On the other side of the bar was the market. It was the place where everyone shopped, for everything, absolutely everything, except of course for drugs, which Rhonda sold. Past that was the gas station which strangely had gone unattended for the past 12 years, deliveries where made every week but no one had owned it since Phil Doherty the old owner died on a fishing trip. The autopsy revealed that he had choked to death on burly after being dared by his friend Jason Smore to eat as much as he could; Phil was not a smart man so Jason was convicted of murder as everyone knew that Phil would do anything you told him. Jason Smore was put to death, in his home in Buckwheat, by firing squad whilst he sat in his favourite chair in the lounge room, the firing squad had done the usual thing of only one person having the real bullet in there gun but one that day deputy Smith was at home sick, so after half an hour of the firing squad shooting at Jason from point blank and not knowing wether they were just bad shots or none of them had the bullet the sheriff had to stand in and finish the job. By now you may have guessed that Buckwheat was not a normal town, and was rarely inhabited by normal people, one of which was the sheriff, Stan Daley, who was also the mayor and the judge, so it was fitting that the bullet came from him. In fact most encounters with the law resulted in fairly harsh penalty being handed out, so there was actually very little crime in Buckwheat. Stan Daley had a saying "you like dogs until they sh*t on your lawn", what it meant the town didn’t really know but they took it to heart and kept there dogs on leashes just in case.
But Rhonda had never really had any trouble with the sheriff she didn’t have a car so she couldn’t get a parking ticket, she kept out of most peoples way, she thought it best to just leave people be, if they wanted to talk they come and tell me she had always thought. She rose from her lime green lawn chair and went back into her trailer, she was hungry, or bored she never knew but as momma used to say idle hands are the devils play things, so like her momma used to do she made some food, perhaps that was why like her momma Rhonda was edging in at three hundred pounds. Before she knew it a pickle and turkey loaf sandwich had appeared in front of her, she turned and walked through her kitchen slash living room and then through her bedroom curtain to her bedroom, lying on the bed she crammed one half of the sandwich in her mouth and flicked the on switch on the TV remote with the other hand. It was 7.30 pm so the public access channel would be on; it was her favourite as it was frequently showing the Buckwheat conversation hour, hosted by Dorothy Mixer the local town gossip, which was odd because for the last three years she had been a complete shut in. For the purposes of the show she had set up a special TV studio in her basement, she had no idea what was going on in the town so she basically made everything up, or so the town thought, sometimes she did get things fairly close to the truth although no one would admit it.
This night though the conversation hour was not on; some of the members of the Diamond Flowers cult had the station and were trying to recruit members, though not very enthusiastically. So Rhonda turned off not really in the mood for being brainwashed, well at the moment anyway, she had toyed with the idea of joining the cult as they had some fairly nice accommodation up at the farm, but she had always been afraid of the stigma that went along with being a cult member, plus every Friday at the bar normal town citizens got drinks at half price, and that was a perk that kept most of the town from joining. The TV got turned off and she got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror gazing at her reflection in the glass. Where had it all gone wrong she wondered? She hadn’t always been this weight but her life before Buckwheat hadn’t been this easy, with out the everyday fight of life she had started to relax just a little too much.
To be continued