the market was a flurry of people
and smells
and sights
and sounds.
children shrieked and adults chattered amongst themselves.
sellers spoke animatedly with their customers
and i noticed many a couple browsing the stalls together.
it made me think of Midori so i looked away.
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Kohaku grabbed my arm and pulled me from one stall to another
excitedly viewing the food items
and not so much the homespun cloth
or second hand books.
a table laden with jewellery caught my eye
and although i wasn’t fond of wearing it
the seashells hanging on one side drew me in to take a look.
the lady behind the table gave me a friendly smile
but didn’t offer help
much to my relief.
a small purple periwinkle shell
hung on a cord and glistened in the evening lanterns.
its green highlights sparked a memory of Midori’s fierce eyes.
“that one is ￥300*,” the woman said when she saw me studying the necklace.
i nodded and on impulse
decided to purchase it.
the rest of the evening i tried to forget about the girl plaguing my thoughts
and enjoy the night with Kohaku
but it took everything in me
not to cry whenever he left me alone for just a moment.
[ * ￥300 (japanese yen) = R35 = US$2,6 = £2 .
just thought i’d do that lol. ]
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Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17
