The fat eggplants rested by him. Most of the tomatoes and spinach had found homes that morning. It was too early to leave the bazaar but not too early to have his puffed rice. His hard worked, wrinkled hands, diced an onion to add some flavor to the humble snack. While he chewed and thought about life and beyond, his canine friend joined him. “Back from your long stroll, eh?” A little nod followed a happy bark and vigorous tail wag, before they shared the puffed rice and biscuits.
Afternoon in the Bazaar