Forbidden Love, Forbidden Fruit
Richmond Hill, Georgia 1939
The moonlight illuminated through the thick strands of Spanish moss that hung down from the oak trees, casting shadows upon the driveway. Anna walked slowly, her mind wandering as she made her way towards the large, Greek-Revival style home that loomed in the distance like a stoic beast. The beautiful trees created a sort of tunnel all the way down to the main part of the front garden. Anna’s dark, loose curls blew around her face as the warm Georgia breeze swept through wrapping her with scents of magnolia, lilac, and tobacco. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes for just a moment. She was beautiful, breathtaking really. But she didn’t know it, which made her even more lovely.
