𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰﹔twisters

.O7 | Part O1.

The soft touch of the night's darkness faded away as the Sun shone its face across a Barley field, wrapping everything it touched in a gentle blanket of warmth. Overhead were humongous, fluffy white Nimbus clouds. Accompanying the Sun was the whisper of the wind, dancing against the field, creating ripples and waves. Scattered around the field's edges was a variety of Bald cypress, Bosian Pine, and Lacebark elm trees of various shapes and sizes that faded into a dense forest. These barked beauties sat on top of soft rolling hills and luxurious green grass.

A few of man's creations were among this beautiful display of Mother Nature's masterpiece. Not too far away was a town with gorgeous houses varying in colors, shapes, sizes, the whole shebang. Some of these homes sat on top of hills, others were a bit crowded around each other. There were schools, happy people walking around, and a movie theater, it was all very welcoming.

A little while away, sitting on one of the hills was a tan 2-story house with a porch that wrapped around the entire front of the home. It adorned a shingled soft dark brown roof with a white trim to match the rectangular windows. It had no shutters, but that didn't stop its welcoming feel. Just in front of it sat a great big willow tree that was taller than the home itself, just next to it was a pick-up truck, and a little bit away from the house was a large garden with various vegetables, herbs, and fruits being grown.

It was obvious the truck was no longer in its prime, the red paint was faded and now looked pink, and said paint was chipped in some place and rust had started to take over the front bumper and some of the tailgate. The tires were covered in dirt, and mud, you named it. Inside, the interior was what you would expect. Dark gray polyester seats, a few pieces of junk scattered about, and an air freshener on the rearview window. But what made the truck different besides the obvious year it had? A black and pink car seat for a toddler was in the back, and a picture of a happy family was taped onto the center of the steering wheel.

In the picture, there were nine figures, six people, and three pets. The smallest and youngest of all was holding the family's cat. If you looked a little bit closer, you could see who they really were. Next to them was that same willow and the house stood proudly behind them.

The tallest of them all was a dark-skinned man with a salt and pepper beard and hardly any hair, but you couldn't tell with that dark brown cowboy hat on his head. He was wearing a cream-colored shirt that had been worn countless times throughout his life, Along with it, he sported a pair of black jeans held up by a leather belt with an old western-style buckle, and a pair of muddy beat-up boots that matched his hat.

Next to him was an elegant woman of the same complexion, her hair was almost completely covered by a white headwrap, except for some of her brown braids. She had on a coral tank top and a pale blue jean skirt that came down to her mid-thigh with a black belt and brown sandals. Her arms were crossed. Her right arm had a thin gold bracelet, and her left arm sported a thick gold one that matched her hoop earrings and the star necklace she had on. Unlike everyone else, except for one other, she had her head turned to the side as she looked beside her off into the distance.

Beside her was another woman, she was a few inches shorter and seemed a few years younger. A brown-skinned lady with a soft face and a head full of black, short, but dense and defined, curls. She wore high-waisted blue jeans with a black belt matching the woman beside her. Her top was light gray with a red trim, it was some sort of vest and tank-top hybrid. She too had her arms crossed and wore a thin gold bracelet just on the opposite arm. She wore a wide toothy grin and a pair of shades.

Right next to her were two young boys, late teens you would presume. The taller one, who was a little bit darker than the woman, wore a super short loose fro, a plain vintage gray t-shirt, a gold necklace, a beat-up jean jacket with holes that had been sewn up, and a beat-up pair of black and white Converse with a few words written on the whites in cursive. Just like the woman beside him, he was grinning ear to ear.