Daily Archives: December 11, 2018

Klancasters

“It’s not that one, Dixon Too. Too low, you see. No snowy peak.”

“Stop calling me ‘Too.’ *You’re* the ‘Too'”

“How about just Dixon again,” he compromised. “We call each other Dixon from now on. We’ll deal with the One and Too when other people are around.”

“Agreed, er, Dixon. But… we’ve already done this. Our entire lives.”

“Agreed,” the other repeats.

—–

“She says she’ll sleep with you. You have that to look forward to.”

“Maybe I don’t want to sleep with her,” the other countered, making his doppleganger laugh. The other then laughed with him.

“Good one, *’Too’*.”

—–

Alone again, he surveys the world he comes from.

“What a load of crap.”

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purity

“I’m it, Dixon,” she pleads. “I’m the treasure.”

“Cut the crap, Snowwhite. I know the treasure is in the mountains. It says it right here on this map.” He pushes the map more across the table toward her. “Snowy peak and all. You *know*.”

“I don’t know, Dixon.” Tears begin to form in her eyes again.

“I’m leaving town. I’m going to find it.”

Dramatic pause. Tears are running down her cheeks now. “I’ll… I’ll sleep with the other Dixon who remains. You know I will.”

Dixon huffs. “My no good doppleganger, pheh.”

“The one who tracked down and captured Duncan Avocado…”

“I *know* what he did, Ms. Well.”

She sniffs, dries her eyes with the back of her hand. “He did a good thing.”

Dixon didn’t reply, looked out the window at the bright aspen leaves. Snowy peak. She *knows* goll darnit.

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