#fall dump

[annnonymes-flower]

Picking apples for apple ciders 🍎🍏

[thesfam]

Southern Gothic

1.) On a roadtrip you drive through a small town. The sign says 'established 1843'. Your car pulls up to a small BBQ place. "Let's eat," your mother says. You step out, stretch your tired limbs, and go into the restaurant. You catch stares from those around you. Side eyed glances from the women in a booth. They sip thier sweet tea in silence, seemingly nice and complacent. But thier eyes tell different storys. The talk amongst each other, looking at you. You shift uncomfortably. The staff are old, yet polite.

You sit and eat with your mother. As soon as you sit down, the other people next you stand and throw away their trash. A old women with her young grandson comes up to you. The young boys blue eyes stare up at you with wide eyes.

"Where yall from?" She askes.

Her smile forced, lips pursed together.

"Oh, were just stopping by," You say back."Were on a road trip."

"Well," she exclaims. She places her bony hand over her heart. "I'll pray for yall to have a safe trip."

You eye the large diamond on her crackled middle finger.

"Normally we dont get visitors." She stares directly at you, eyes sweet yet hostile. She grits through her teeth, "Come back to vist our quaint town."

You sip your tea. You know what she ment by that. You know "coloreds" aren't allowed here.

2.) The oak trees of the south are as old as time itself. The is bark rough and green leaves are dense. They groan when the wind moves. The branches sway almost like they will snap, but the trunk keeps them strong. The branches reach for the sun as far as they can, soaking as much sunlight before fall comes. They say if you sit under them for long enough, they will tell you thier storys. The will fills your ear as you can hear thier old voices. "Dont forget us child," they say. "Dont forget who came before."

3.) When driving, the hills of Texas are all around you. You call see miles upon miles of land. The hills go high then low. The land is old, and you are young. You wonder of the people who roamed here long ago. Before settlers stripped the trees away for cattle. Before they were forced onto reservations. Before people were viewed as human. Before disease killed millions. Before settling took so much. You see a Thanksgiving sign. "Free turkeys ahead!" It states. Your eyes narrow as you pass it. Many do not know the truth. Yet you do. And history cannot be altered.

4.) Every sunday you go to church. It is nessosary. It is custom. You eye a southern bell with brown eyes and a sweet smile. You heart flutters. She kisses her boyfreind on the cheek and proceeds inside. Your smile despairs. You head inside as well. While in the stands, you eye a pretty boy with a goofy smile. You notice his sharp jaw, his brown eyes, his flat chest, and his big hands. You turn away to eye your own breasts. You look at his chest then yours. You sigh and try to focas on the service. Your not allowed here. Others like you aren't welcome here. Breaking rules is forbidden in the eyes of god.

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