Post by Addy A on Nov 20, 2022 3:43:58 GMT -5
He watched them from a distance as the wind swept through Adelaide Ainsworth’s brunette locks, each strand flapping wildly in the wind. The strands sting as they slap against her face, only raising her anxiety levels as each brown tendril seemed to have a mind of its own and refused to obey her directions as she pushed each of them off her face with growing frustration. Unable to control her own hair against the wild autumn wind, Adelaide groans with obstination, and tries with futile abandon to keep the hair from her face. Another gust of wind finally defeats her and she stubbornly succumbs to tying her back in a ponytail with much indignation.
“Tell me why this is a good idea?” her voice is lathered with frustration as she asks the question of her daughter, who stands by her side holding hands.
“Because picking apples is fun.” Neveah smiles gleefully, her words full of an innocence that can only be found in childhood.
“Don’t see why we can’t just buy them from a shop.” Adelaide mumbles with dejection, stuck between seeking to please her daughter’s wishes and loathing the adventure that her daughter has chosen to embark upon.
“That wouldn’t be the same mummy. They are full of pesticides.” Neveah says with force, while stomping her left foot with a degree of defiant authority that is generally only seen in the parent-child dynamic.
“How old are you?” Adelaide says with a teasing lilt.
“Older enough to know better.” Neveah says with a giggle, while sarcastically rolling her eyes.
Neveah Ainsworth was far smarter than her years gave her credit for, this was always a bane for mother, Adelaide and was generally ignored by her grandmother, Gloria. Nevertheless, Neveah tended to play on it as much as possible to get her own advantage - he knew this from watching as the days and night blended into one.
“But isn’t this fun?” Neveah smirks some more, while fluttering her eyes at mother.
“Damn you, babygurl.” Adelaide laughs and brings her daughter in closer and they share a loving embrace.
As the Ainsworth ladies kept walking, Adelaide rolled her nose at the acrid smell that surrounded them, “What that smell? Did someone shit themselves?” Adelaide asks rhetorically.
“No, that’s just the fertilizer that helps the apples grow.” Neveah answers with a definite cheek.
“Smells like shit.” Adelaide retorts.
Neveah looks at her mother silently, as Adelaide picks an apple from the tree.
“Wouldn’t you want to do something more fun like tipping cows.” Adelaide asks her daughter while shining her apple on her inner thigh.
“No one breeds cattle around here.” She answers matter of factly.
Adelaide takes a big bite out of her apple.
“How you like them apples?” Neveah asks mother.
“Better than those Pepper Farms cunts.” Adelaide answers bluntly.
And they laugh.
He turns away leaving mother and daughter to their day for now. He was going to remain a stranger.
“Tell me why this is a good idea?” her voice is lathered with frustration as she asks the question of her daughter, who stands by her side holding hands.
“Because picking apples is fun.” Neveah smiles gleefully, her words full of an innocence that can only be found in childhood.
“Don’t see why we can’t just buy them from a shop.” Adelaide mumbles with dejection, stuck between seeking to please her daughter’s wishes and loathing the adventure that her daughter has chosen to embark upon.
“That wouldn’t be the same mummy. They are full of pesticides.” Neveah says with force, while stomping her left foot with a degree of defiant authority that is generally only seen in the parent-child dynamic.
“How old are you?” Adelaide says with a teasing lilt.
“Older enough to know better.” Neveah says with a giggle, while sarcastically rolling her eyes.
Neveah Ainsworth was far smarter than her years gave her credit for, this was always a bane for mother, Adelaide and was generally ignored by her grandmother, Gloria. Nevertheless, Neveah tended to play on it as much as possible to get her own advantage - he knew this from watching as the days and night blended into one.
“But isn’t this fun?” Neveah smirks some more, while fluttering her eyes at mother.
“Damn you, babygurl.” Adelaide laughs and brings her daughter in closer and they share a loving embrace.
As the Ainsworth ladies kept walking, Adelaide rolled her nose at the acrid smell that surrounded them, “What that smell? Did someone shit themselves?” Adelaide asks rhetorically.
“No, that’s just the fertilizer that helps the apples grow.” Neveah answers with a definite cheek.
“Smells like shit.” Adelaide retorts.
Neveah looks at her mother silently, as Adelaide picks an apple from the tree.
“Wouldn’t you want to do something more fun like tipping cows.” Adelaide asks her daughter while shining her apple on her inner thigh.
“No one breeds cattle around here.” She answers matter of factly.
Adelaide takes a big bite out of her apple.
“How you like them apples?” Neveah asks mother.
“Better than those Pepper Farms cunts.” Adelaide answers bluntly.
And they laugh.
He turns away leaving mother and daughter to their day for now. He was going to remain a stranger.
