-3rd pov-
Dogwood trees bowed to the soft breeze, willows draped in elegant branches shielded their trunks, and tantalizing crinum lilies swayed peacefully in the southern air.
The slow click of horses' hooves on stone roads and flat dirt echoed with the soothing sounds of conversation. Ladies walked by at leisurely pace, They lazily fanned their faces, sheened with a thin layer of sweat. At the center of the town stood a tall building with gothic accents in its architecture.
There it sat, like a crown the small town wore pridefully, the county courthouse.it was any other day for maycomb county Alabama, a scaling summers afternoon like any other.the only thing that changed was her.
The young blonde roamed aimlessly around the small town, engulfed in her own world of wonder. Head turned as people began to notice the unfamiliar woman, this was all unknown to daisy herself however.
She paid no attention to the people around her, too distracted my each and every little thing around her to recognize the attention she had attracted from the locals. It seemed people were trying to figure out if the knew her, or had seen her before at the very least, but nobody had.
Naturally, people began speculating about why she had come into town. Most people assumed she was someone's family, but who's family she was, that was the mystery.
"Well stephanie Crawford, she's a blonde" chimed a woman
"No, she hasn't got any other features like a crawford." Another woman shook her head
"Too short and little to be kin to mauide hm?"
"Too pretty for a ewell, too clean to be a Cunningham..."
People thought long and hard as they tried to pin the woman to a maycomb family.
"Definitely not a radley, heavens no."
"Maybe she's a finch." One woman suggested
They looked at her for a good while
"She looks a helluva lot like jean Louise , if she dressed like a little lady."
They shook their heads
"Jean lousie don't look anything like the rest of her family, not even her mama. That woman's features are too soft and rounded and she's too small to be a finch"
"Look at her, she's a tiny little thing, finch's are tall. No way she's related. She doesn't look like the moms side of the family either...though maybe she's distant."
People talked in a hushed tone amongst themselves as they pondered what could have possibly brought the mysterious woman into town.
"Maybe Jack got married"
A woman laughed
"Maybe Jack got married, hush. Ain't no way that's his bride."
"Maybe atticus found another woman from out of town like he did Jean"
"She's way too young for him. Besides you'd think he'd be with her now, or at least one of his kids or something"
"I don't think hes getting remarried anyway, it's been a damn long time and hes 50 now. He has two kids too."
The women watched as daisy wandered around without direction.
"Oh well bless her heart, I think she may just be lost, ladies."
The women sighed sympathetically and looked at eachother
"Poor little thing. Ain't got a thought between those big eyes"
"Porch lights on but nobody's home."
Daisy let herself be overtaken completely with wonder for her new home.
the small everyday things were facinating to daisy mae, She wanted to see it all, no matter how boring or small. Daisy could find joy and beauty in anything; Any scenario, any object, any place, any person.
She had an abundance of questions, ones she had for too long been denied answers for. she was finally ready to experience. Daisy never wanted a lavish life, or a perfect one at that, She just wanted a life.
Daisy slowly made her way to the inn, her large blue eyes glinting with a sense of childish curiosity.
"Good afternoon ma'am" Said the man behind the counter
"Good afternoon yourself" daisy said, smiling.
Behind the man was posters on the wall advertising the amenities of the inn, things like "hot water!" And "electricity!" The hotel boasted of more modern additions, like showers, and laundry machines for usage of customers.
Most people did not yet have showers or washers or driers, especially not in rural areas. Most people simply had bathtubs, and hand washed and dried their clothing.
Now was not a time for such luxury upgrades, not in that economy. The radio softly played in the background, and the angelic tones of a woman's voice softly carried throughout the lobby as she sang "we'll meet again".
A few men loitered in the lobby area reading the papers and smoking cigars, and a ceiling fan hung over the counter, but did little against the heat. The modest southern inn seemed to sag in the summers heat, and in the corner lay a panting dog who wandered in to escape the harsh sun.
"Ma'am?"
The man snapped her out of her distracted daze, she had been unknowingly zoned out, observing the inn.
"Oh, sorry, sorry...I um...how much..?"
"$1.50 a night, miss."'(about $33 today)
She dug change out of her small coin purse and set the handful on the counter, the man sweeping it into his hands to put away.
He turned around and handed her a key off of the wall, it's tag marked with a room number. She thanked the man and found her room, where she set her things down and flopped onto the creaky bed.
"Home..."
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sweet tea. -tkam
Fanficshe was like sunshine for the south, softer than butter and sweeter than sweet tea. she was kindhearted and compassionate, a young woman whose heart was bigger than anything else, even sometimes bigger than her logic. but one thing she adored most a...
