A girl, dressed in a Mother Fairy costume, abraded the stone floors with her rigid sandals. Refusing to enter the market, she sat down on the frost floors, crossing her legs securely together whilst her mother powerfully yanked her from her shoulder with Stallion force in the direction of the cash machine. She then burst into tears, as she glanced at her ‘magic’ wand; which was seized away by her mother who held it with a firm grip. She then swirled her head, and glanced within the translucent doors of the market opposite of her. To her surprise, the Fairy Queen toy rested against a chair, facing her in the same direction. The girl, oblivious of her mother’s previous lectures about good behavior, stared at the Fairy Queen with mother and daughter affection as she waited for a sign of numbness within her mother’s hands.
She broke free, running closer to the divine force which emanated from the Fairy Queen.
She hugged her, asking the Fairy Queen whether she could borrow her wand, which pointed diagonally at the ceiling, for a ‘trick’. Automatically presuming the acceptance of the Fairy Queen, she adjusted the wand, pointing it at her mother’s figure in the hope that it will magically cast a freezing spell. Unfortunately, the girl’s spells have failed despite the spirit that summoned within her during the cast of the spell. Her distraught mother then, quite grimly, reclaimed her daughter’s consciousness, with a tight grip and a few sharp words as they slouched towards the fruit-stall.
At the fruit stall, an elderly couple walked from crate to crate, carefully examined every spot on every strawberry and every blemish on every apple. During their rage by outrages and unreasonable prices which were displayed on town cardboard pieces, the man attempted to settle the prices with the stall owner, who was busy serving other customers, ignored the old mans chatter and gave him a smug look. The couple, full of disappointment, looked another way, eager to find a bargain.
Children escaped from the grasp of their parent and ran for freedom. Each child went straight to the toy stalls, desperately wanting sometime new, the joy only lasted a few moments before shattered. Parents worriedly rushed to get their children, apologizing to the stall owner, and then continuing with the bargain hunting!
The sight of a busy market place is just one too see for yourself!
Outside the market, only streamlined cars were parked, with some which waited outside having open roofs as the mild shadowy shine of the sunset subsided.
Standing in the shade was a mother and her young boy, both cluttered around in a diameter of shopping bags. The young boy seemed particularly fond of his new spider-man toy, being the only bag he held. He swung its large rectangular box in fast-speed windmill motions – trying to cool his mother with the breeze of the air as they waited in boredom for the taxi.