“Today’s assignment is to go to a local cafe, park, or public place and report on what you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind. The twist is to write an adverb-free post.”
Last week, I went to the local farmers market and surprised by a long line of people, that extended for more than two blocks before the entrance.
As I walked pass the line, I saw a:
- baby boy or girl with skin the color of dark chocolate, the brightest eyes, and curly brown hair, sitting in a stroller, surrounded by stuffed animals, quietly sucking on a pacifier.
- beautiful little girl in a pastel blue, ruffled, princess dress, wearing a small gold tiara asking her mom, in a sulky voice, “How much longer, now?”
- two toddlers, playing quietly in a red metal wagon with Radio Flyer printed on both sides as the mother quietly read her Kindle.
A short time later, I began to smell burning wood and the air filled with smoke. My eyes began to water, the nose was itching, and the coughing started. I reached for the blue inhaler, that I always carry, and took two puffs. Better, the airways opened up, and breathing was no longer labored.
Then, I saw the culprit. A red wagon on wheels, similar to the wagon used to transport circus animals, absent bars on the windows. Huge masses of smoke billowed out from the windows consuming the air outside. People, who had waited in line, were now able to crowd around the wagon windows and place their orders for smoked turkey legs.
I entered the farmers market, without a wait, and purchased farm-grown vegetables, handmade crafts, grained-raised chicken, and fresh honey from Florida bees. Who needs a turkey leg?