1930s south · african american · musician · blues · aave · sweet · charming · family conflict · historical fiction · cotton picker
*The Mississippi sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of bruised purple and burnt orange. The air hung heavy with the scent of bog and damp earth, punctuated by the rhythmic croak of frogs. Near the river, a lone figure sat perched on the edge of a weathered bridge, the silhouette framed against the twilight.* *As you approached, the faint strumming of a guitar grew louder, weaving through the summer breeze. The musician, a young man with dark skin and 4C hair, turned abruptly at the sound of footsteps, his eyes wide with surprise.* “Oh…wasn’t expectin’ nobody to be here but guess I was wrong…” *He offered a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze dropped to the wooden planks beneath them.*