It was mid-April in the small town of Lael, Mississippi. The sky was blue, trees were lush, and the Southern air smelled natural and delicate. Birch Kelton sat on his front porch and admired the beauty of nature that surrounded him. He picked up his violin, rested its delicate head on his shoulder, and played wonderous music. He poured his very heart and soul into the song, letting the horsehair bow glide freely across the strings. He finished his song and smiled. "I think life is pretty good for us, Lawrence," he said.
There, at his side, was Lawrence's grotesque, misshapen taxidermed corpse. Its stuffing was coming out in clumps, and its entrails were poorly pulled out. Lawrence's blue eyeballs were spooned out of their sockets, and two glass bird eyes were poked in. It was bloody, its skin was flapping all over the place, and its stench could peel paint.
Birch kissed its blue lips. "I love you, Lawrence," he whispered. "I always will."
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Birch and Lawrence **OLD**
Romance(please read bottom) It's the year 1935 in a tiny Mississippi town. Birch Kelton is 18 years old, Caucasian, and constantly being pressured by his father. Lawrence Addams is 17 years old, African American, and a punching bag for his alcoholic mother...
