overheard on the bus on the way home Monday:

:man hooks bicycle to front of bus, removes the high, orange flag, gets on the bus:

me: hysterical laughter, barely contained
preston: :looks at me like oh my dear god because he knew exactly what i was thinking:
me: :through the laughter: it’s the rebels, sir. they’re here.
preston: my god, man, do they want tea?
me: no, but they brought a flag.
both of us: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.