To Market

 

Saturday Market was becoming a drag.  Okay it was a great place to pick up some fresh local fruit and veg, and that baker from Attleborough always had some nice tarts at his stall; but the antique and bric a brac tables were pretty much the same items week after week.

“You know I have seen that same violin case here for at least ten months,” Dana commented to Lucy.

“Yep, all the good stuff goes on the first day it is put out, so the rest returns like a bad penny,” her friend agreed.

The two sat sipping lattes on a bench and munched Bakewell tarts, watching the slow meanderings of a young university student as she picked through the items on a table.

“I wonder what she is after?” Lucy said nosily.

“Probably cheap stuff for her digs.  It is the beginning of term,” Dana remarked.

The young woman sat on one of the stools and then picked it up to take to the stall holder, when she saw the violin case.  She stopped and opened it.  She stroked the instrument and then picked the case up too.

The headlines the following week announced, “Stradivarius Discovered at Market.”

(200 words)

Padre

 

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: #38

All You Will Ever Need

 

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Bazaar Jerusalem

I have all you will ever need –

And perhaps a few things more –

Far lower the prices here –

Than you’ll find in any store.

 

Is it for your wife you buy?

A scarf, a belt or ring –

I’m sure that within my stall –

You will find just the perfect thing.

 

My prices, my rivals –

They will never match –

And today it’s my birthday –

So there’s special deals for you to catch.

 

There are rugs, and throws, and carpets –

Bargains by the score –

Every kind of lovely covering –

To put upon your floor.

 

I have all you will ever need –

And perhaps a few things more –

Far lower the prices here –

Than you’ll find in any store.

 

Padre

 

dVerse Prompt: To market, to market!

 

Based on wonderful experiences in markets and souqs in East Asia and the Middle East.  please see my poem Souq Song  as well.