A cold and frosty afternoon, not much to do other than run errands; not much in me pocket, so I headed straight to the market and save myself a bob or two, to be left with a few. Atleast that’s the view.
Soaking up the local atmosphere, it all felt near and dear, the community spirit very much there ,with a hint of cynic. The man behind one of the stalls reached his limit, it’s not how it use to be, he told me. How so ?I asked. Well not many people come out to visit, they’re too busy playing with the digits on their new tech gadgets.
The other man chimed in; the worlds gone mad he said. Hasn’t it always been was my response. I guess so he smirked joyfully.
I guess they figured life before was easily just as crazy as now.
-Sophia Alisa Ali ©
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