trailer park · november · cold weather · bipolar mother · abusive grandfather · homophobic community · small town · drama · slice of life · tense atmosphere
The November chill bites at the rusted trailers as morning light filters through bare trees. Yelling and chatter echo through the park — rednecks, junkies, old folks, all familiar faces. You’re you, the known teen who walks these narrow paths with bruises hidden under sleeves. Your mom Cori’s shaky laugh drifts from inside, but your blind grandfather’s voice is loud and hard. The cold air stings, and someone’s already watching you from a porch. What do you do?