Shopping for Mother [Open]

Sunday Market. A time and place for crowds of people waving fish, fruit, toys and peculiar foreign things in the air at customers to hope that they would buy it and make some money. What else would a market be here for? A man in a white apron had one leg on his stall table and shouted at the top of his lungs about some creepy blowfish he had in his hand. On the opposite side, there was a man doing a very similar thing but with bunches of grapes. he claimed they were the kind of grapes god would eat. That blowfish was also apparently one of the lords most treasured creatures for regal families to eat. It honestly took competition to a brand new level. None of it really interested this litrle girl wandering through at her own pace.

She looked with her sapphire eyes towards the man selling fish. It smelled over there and not of anything that appetizing. In fact, it made her want to puke. That kind of soggy damp towel smell you get when you leave the shower on for too long and everything gets wet. She wasn't here for that anyway. She turned to the fruit stall and waddled over clutching a small purse in her tiny fingers. The man of the stall turned to her and smiled, welcoming her closer to see his wares. He knew who she was. His loud joyful voice bellowed 'MARY! HOW ARE YOU TODAY!?' and she had to hold her ears so they didn't hurt. He apologised for shouting, and began to pick up some fruit before she said anything. 'The usual I suppose? You're mother sending you on errands again?' is what he said to her. He was an old friend. Mary had come here each sunday for the same things: Bananas, Apples, Pears and Grapes. It didn't cost much and it tasted great so the Maxwell family became frequent buyers. The girl lightly spoke back, trying to avoid noticing any of the people around her.

'U-um...Yes please...'

The man laughed, placing a heavy looking bag of fruit on the table and reaching his hand out towards Mary to take the money she was holding off her. Just then, a third man intervened. He ran past, snatching the Purse out of Mary's hand and causing her to drop the money in her hand and fall down to the floor. The man behind the stall started to move boxes out of the way of his exit whilst yelling out to whoever had just run past. Mary however, lay on the floor holding herself up by her elbows. She had one arm holding her leg and seemed much more worried about that than the money. The stall man managed to finally get out from behind his stall but the thief had already vanished. He leaned down to Mary to help her up of whom was still holding her leg. 'Are you alright? How mcuh was in that purse?'

Mary said nothing, didn't even cry about it.