At the market I can hear people rummaging through their pockets for money to give to the person that runs that market. Others see people that they used to know and start yapping about what is happening in their life.
At the market I can see the bright blue sky pecking through the dark gray and white fluffy clouds. It’s like when you buy a new fluffy rug. Under the royal blue gazebo people are looking for what to get. There are so many options to get. People are negotiating to get an orange or something else. People are wearing different colours around the market.
At the market I can smell all the different fruits, Vegetables the smell of sweat on people trying to get through the crowd of people to go to another market for other things.
By: Aspyn collingwood