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George V and Queen Mary by Wolfgang Wiggers

<br /><i>Via Flickr:</i>
<br />Maybe someone can identify the occasion on which this stereograph was taken. The photographers imprint is difficult ro read, maybe &quot;W.H. Hall&quot;

adfbristol solved this riddle! Its Victoria Square, Widnes, Cheshire and this stereoview was taken on July 7, 1913! Thanks to all who participated in locating this view!

Suburban Georgia Gothic

(This is different from regular southern gothic bc that’s all rural stuff and wealthy suburbs have their own goth shit let me tell you)

  • The blizzard of the month at Dairy Queen hasn’t changed in at least seven months. Though, come to think of it, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the sign outside say anything different. Even the temperature is always 80 degrees.
  • The text on that Vineyard Vines shirt wasn’t English, but you’re not entirely sure what it was. You have trouble calling the text to mind at all. Something about it was unsettling—it didn’t look like any language you’ve ever seen.
  • Last summer was the hottest on record, with 279 days over 90 degrees, according to the weather channel.
  • Everyone remembers the week of snow days last winter, but you can’t find a single picture of it on your phone or a single post about it on any social networks. When you ask a teacher, they look at you as if you’ve lost your mind.
  • Every McMansion in this neighborhood is identical. The same wraparound porch, the same trimmed hedges, the same driveway. The same address, the same car out front, the same family watching you from the bay window.
  • You don’t know what’s wafting from the window of the lifted truck parked outside your friend’s house, but it doesn’t smell like weed smoke. It doesn’t smell like smoke at all. And you’re pretty sure smoke doesn’t hover in the branches of trees like that.
  • You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen a peanut farm or a peach tree, but everyone you’ve ever met over the age of 65 grew up on a peanut farm or had a peach orchard out back. They all tell the same stories of growing up on that farm—every single one of them. Verbatim.
  • It’s Sunday but you see people going into Chick Fil A. Out of curiosity, you wait and see if anyone comes out with food. No one comes out at all.
  • The girl who sits next to you in class carries a chevron print Tervis tumbler. You’ve never seen it less than completely full, but you’re sure you’ve seen her drink out of it. The cucumber slices in it are starting to change shape, into forms you can’t describe.
  • You realize the lightning bugs are blinking in patterns. You try translating it into morse code, just for fun. They are spelling out “IT IS TOO LATE”, over and over again.
  • You’ve been staring at the monogram bumper sticker on the car in front of you for several minutes and can’t make it look like letters. However, you can’t help but notice that it kind of resembles a face. Not a human face, though. Not quite.
  • The logo on that John Deere tractor is a deer… but it doesn’t look right. Something about the antlers. There are too many points… or too few… come to think of it, you’re not totally sure.
  • The sweet tea you’re drinking isn’t sweet at all, but it doesn’t taste like unsweet. It tastes kind of like something you’ve tasted before, something salty with a coppery undertone. You add more sugar.
  • The waitress at your favorite restaurant calls you a different pet name every time you come in: “sweet pea”, “darlin’”, “honey”, “blood moon”, “pumpkin”.
  • The lights at Waffle House are off, but you can see movement inside. There are several figures, both in the booths and behind the counter. You keep driving. You’re not sure who they are but you’re pretty sure they don’t want to serve you cheese and eggs.
  • The local radio station that plays contemporary Christian music is just static today. Under the hissing and crackling of static, though, you can hear a voice praying, frantically, softly, and then stopping abruptly. You switch to classic rock.