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Saturday Flea Market
May. 15th, 2018 10:41 pmAmalthea sat under an awning at a table, surrounded by buckets of fresh flowers and bouquets. Sometimes the shop set up at these weekend markets, and sometimes not. Amalthea didn't mind; she had the hang of her work now, and she had chosen most of the flowers that came with her, and had arranged most of the bouquets on offer.
She liked watching people. Everyone went about their business, exploring stalls, dismissing this or getting excited about that. The market was colorful at this point in spring. Maybe she would look later to see if there were any dresses she liked.
Apparently a holiday celebrating mothers was coming up, because she'd had several people come by to purchase things, specifically talking about mothers of all kinds.
She liked watching people. Everyone went about their business, exploring stalls, dismissing this or getting excited about that. The market was colorful at this point in spring. Maybe she would look later to see if there were any dresses she liked.
Apparently a holiday celebrating mothers was coming up, because she'd had several people come by to purchase things, specifically talking about mothers of all kinds.
