Trellis

Trellis was a sticky town. It was humid and hot, sounding of a symphony of cicadas. The people moved slow, the air moved slow, time moved slow. There were 3 streets in Trellis. Aberdeen road, 41st street, and Clay drive. the population was around 105 people, which mostly consisted of 1 family. The Walt's were born and bred in Trellis, you could call them country bumpkins, rednecks, cowboys, or you could call them the owners of Adam and Eve's corner mart. (The only place you could buy anything from towels to cheese wizz to fake birth certificates on Clay drive). The walt's had an interesting history, yet the Walt's didn't know it. They were simple people, thinking nothing more of everyday life in Trellis. Trellis was like that, it was infectious with a time warp melancholy way. It was like the people there lived in a bubble. One that no one would ever think to pop.
Until Sierra Walt was born, everything in Trellis seemed to coexist quite nicely. But once the dark haired dark eyed child was conceived, Trellis was turned into a whirlwind of gossip and horror. And in a town of 105 people even the smallest of problems was turned hurricane Katrina, because as you can imagine, not much happened on a daily basis. The reason for the terror: Sierra had brown hair.

You see, all of the Walts 11 kids had strawberry blond hair, and blue eyes. And in Trellis, if anything happened in an abnormal way, it was a very big deal. You could ask any of the citizens in Trellis if they ever remember a time when Anna Walt was not pregnant. But they would all get a faraway look in their eyes and remark "no, I guess not". Because it was true. Anna walt had spent many years of her life in Trellis carrying around her 12 kids in her uterus. She had become very accustomed to the scenario. What she was not accustomed to, was having a brown haired child in her sea of redheads. And suddenly, she was worried that Sierra was going to be the oddball. Which was fairly easy in a town of 105 people