Farmer’s Market (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)

Crowds jostle, fish tossers call, children beg for ice cream, candy, a Starbucks. Pike Place Market bustles and hums, smelling of flowers, fish, peaches, damp. Gulls scream and music threads through it all. Jane wanders the stalls, assimilated.

Two dollars gets her an iced bottle of tea and a basket of blackberries. With no way to store them, she’ll have to eat them all. Back out on the cobblestones she finds a seat on the curb, in the sun, near the busker with the violin, finds another dollar for his case.

In the words of the Bangles – Sunday, Fun Day.

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Each week at the Carrot Ranch Literary Community, lead buckaroo Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), include music and berries. (This week’s challenge might have been too easy!) Flashes from other writers are at the link. Come join us! It’s fun!

Author: Deborah Lee

I like trees, dreaming, magic, books, paper, floating, dreaming, rhinos, rocks, stargazing, wine, dragonflies, trains, and silence to hear the world breathe.

7 thoughts on “Farmer’s Market (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)”

  1. Pikes Place is on my list of places to experience. I might count your flash as that experience! Great details and I felt like I was right there with Jane in the sunshine. Ha! Indeed, Sunday, fun day…before that manic Monday!

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  2. Nice outing for Jane, Deborah. I’m pleased she felt assimilated and was able to enjoy both the music and the blackberries, with a little bit left to “pay it forward”.

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