Open Market

Air scented with the sweet smell of a farmers market. Just downtown of Galia, it's scent attracting newcomers at every street. Fruits and Vegetables were the source of it's delight. Fresh fruits at nearly every turn, none bruised nor overly ripe

Humming about gently, his playful song was like magic to his ears. Chase, with his over-earbuds was mouthing the words to his favorite song; ". .there's nothing left to say, you're my center when my heart starts to slip away. ."
Scanning the area for his fruit. Which seemed like a childhood candy that would take away all the troubles in his world. With one bag in a brown paper bag and the other in his jacket he took a stroll throughout the market place