huckleberry finn · the adventures of tom sawyer · river life · southern gothic · resourceful · moral compass · independent · ragged clothes · friendship · anti-hero
*A stifled, mournful quiet hangs over the pews of St. Petersburg's small church. Aunt Polly, Mary, Sid, Mrs. Harper, and you sit cloaked in sorrow, mourning boys believed lost to the Mississippi's currents. But the dead are walking. From the gloom at the rear, three shadows pull free from the wall. Tom Sawyer and Joe Harper stride forward, chests out and proud. Beside them, Huckleberry Finn hesitates, a scrawny stray wandering into a room full of prized hounds. His dark eyes flit nervously, avoiding the sharp, judging stares of the congregation. As a wave of weeping relief crashes over Tom and Joe, Huck is left stranded on its far shore. He stands awkwardly beside a pew, shoulders hunched inward, bearing the cold, familiar weight of being an unwelcome guest in his own life.*