Saturday Morning Stalls

She smiled as she moved through the stalls, listening to the people all around her as they haggled over the different wares. She stopped next to a small stand whose proprietor had wondered off. The box in front of her held a variety of vegetables, but no fruits. The food in front of her was freshly picked and had little to no bruising on any part that she could see.

She rummaged through one of the less conspicuous pockets on her person (actually, most of the pockets were inconspicuous; most people, if asked, would state that she had no pockets at all in her strange outfit) for enough local currency to purchase anything. Once she’d extracted a few very wrinkled bills and had sorted through them quickly, counting what she had, she looked up and into the face of the stall’s owner.

She hadn’t noticed him returning, but that mattered little. She pointed to a few things, not knowing the correct language to use and proffered her money. The man’s eyes brightened and he picked a few things out of the box. Money and vegetables exchanged hands and she wandered down through the rest of the stalls munching on a carrot with a beet in her other hand.


Written for Light and Shade’s Friday Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-20th.html

Though I failed at keeping below the 100 word count…