The village market

It’s the village market, and from my eyrie I can see the village hall where it is held. People are unloading their cars and vans, traipsing in and out with the things they are going to sell. I know there will be crafts, and cakes, books, local produce, bread, paintings and photos, second-hand/curios/junk and the café serving refreshments.

There are cars parked along the road outside as well as in the gutter – not many because there is not much room and the people living in the houses opposite need access to their homes. There’s a queue of people, stall-holders, bustling to get in, some laden with stuff, some just going backwards and forwards.

In this ragged queue of good-natured fellow-stall holders is a plump woman with fluffy blond hair, glasses and wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. Suddenly she flings up her arms, and I can hear her – is she wailing? Is she trying to attract someone’s attention, has she seen a friend, forgotten something which is in the car turning round, ready to be driven away? She breaks out of the queue and I can hear her cries as she waves both arms in the air and rushes down the slope.

I can hear her  long wordless calls as she runs to a big black car. The passenger door opens and she peers in. Is it her husband who brought her and needs to tell her or give her something? Is it a friend she hasn’t seen for a long time? There is a reflection on the windscreen of the car and I can’t see what is happening.

She hurries round the back of the car and the driver’s door opens, and a tall, slim blond woman in a black and white striped shirt gets out and the two women hug each other, and even through the closed window I can hear exclamations of joy. Now a small blond child, boy or girl I can’t tell, gets out of the passenger door and comes round and is given a big hug by the plump lady. The younger woman in the stripy shirt bends and hugs both, the other woman and the child.

The market lady is obviously surprised and delighted to see the younger woman and the child, and very excited by their unexpected presence. The three of them go into the village hall, chatting away to each other.

A simple scene but so many possibilities… why the surprise? Why such joy? Are the two women mother and daughter? What a happy scene… has the younger woman been away, on holiday, living abroad, or are they a very loving family and always excited to see each other. Maybe I should go down to the market and see!

4 Comments

    1. Lois

      Oh heck… me and spelling… I bet check what I really do mean… thanks for pointing it out! As long as I don’t mean ear-y – that would be Bugs Bunny’s problem!

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