The stars twinkles overhead as the sound of distant conversation came closer. The smell of fresh breads and meat drifted past my cold freckled nose. My nose white, my lips almost purple, I pulled my scarf closer up my face to warm them up, feeling as though they were covered in ice and the warm of my wooly clothes would melt them.
I arrived at the market place, pulling my jacket sleeve up to check my watch. It has just turned ten past twelve. I couldn't be too long, I wanted to be at grandmothers by one at the latest.
"You 'right there mate?" a stall owner said from beside me. I realised I had stopped walking and stood in the middle of the market place zoning out. "Thanks" was all I said to the man before I kept walking. I knew full fell I could've fallen asleep standing there if the man hadn't spoken to me.
I strolled around the market place, the wind whistling as it blew through the stalls and the trees surrounding them, flapping the striped covers of the little shops and and down. The lamps and moon light were the only things keeping the market from falling into complete darkness. It gave me a feeling like it was the medieval times, the only thing keeping the area alight being the flickering yellow candles.
I finally reached the stall I had wanted to come here for. It was run by a more elderly man, who sells gifts and tokens. But as I reached his striped red and white stall, my heart sank into my feet as I saw him packing away his basically empty stall.
"Hello Mr.Turner." I greeted as I reached him. "Hah! Who knew vampires were still around in these times!" he scoffed. I sighed, scratching my head but instantly regretting it as the cold air hit my chest.
"I know, I always come when you're packing away, but I'll be really quick this time, I just need a small gift for my grandmother." I said, trying not to sound too pleading.
Mr Turner grunted as he scratched his greying beard. "To be honest with you son, most of my merchandise already sold out today. All I've got is all you can see in front of you, and in this box." he said, pointing to the few small items in front of me, then into a basically empty cardboard box. Nothing caught my eye. They were mostly key rings and little wooden action figures. I shrugged, it was nothing my grandmother would be interested in.
"Thanks anyways Mr.Turner." I said, containing my disappointment as I turned around, with no idea where I would head next. "Wait Kota". I turned back around as Mr Turner called me, my head titled in question. "There's a new stall that just opened up this week. They sell all those fancy things your granny might like."
I smiled widely and threw my arms out, huggin Mr Turner over the counter. "Thanks Mr Turner, your a life saver."
"Alright, alright, stop being clingy, you know that means you're sleep deprived." Mr Turner said hitting my back gently with his hand. "Alright, get lost now." he said, pushing me off him, causing me to chuckle a bit, allowing steam to rise from my mouth and into the air.
"Go on you bat child, they're all the way at the end of the stalls, right next to Miss Muffins." he said, clearly trying to get rid of me. I trotted along towards Miss Muffins stall which would've closed hours ago.
"His name is Mr.Moore kid!" I heard Mr Turner yell as the distance between us grew larger. "Thanks!" I yelled back, unsure if he heard me or not.
By the time I reached Mr.Moore's stall, my legs were aching for a rest. It wasn't a long distance but the cold made my muscles go stiff and dormant. In the light of the stars, and the considerably little lamps around Mr.Moore's stall, all I saw was the glitter and shine of the merchandise in front of me. I swallowed deeply. Remember, we're on a tight budget Kota!
-Interdimensional Pirates
-April Bluebird/@BlueWhiskers1
-17/Feb/2022
-Chapter 1, PART 6; Market Place
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