28 January 2013
"STRAWBERRIES FOR ONE QUID", they shout loudly. I'm not sure I like it. The fruit are shiny, I think it's the rain that just stopped.
Red and yellow, pink and green, blue and purple catch my eyes. Old lady comes to the fruit table, Fruit market man asks her if she needs help. They seem friendly, like they know each other well. Fruit market man gives her a peach, which she plays with… I want to play with the peach. She nods, before Fruit market man takes it from her, and gives her a smaller fruit…. it looks like it's spiky, I've never seen one. Old lady plays with that too. I wonder why she plays with the fruit the way she does. I can see now, it's spiky and pinky. I find that a strange fruit for Old lady, I decide it must be new for her… I want mummy to buy me a spiky fruit.
She pays for her fruit and turns around. She's holding a stick, a long white pole with a bubble on the end.. She waves it about the floor a lot.
My pushchair is moving now.
Bye Fruit market man….
I wish I had a stick with a bubble. Maybe one day I will.
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Inspired by children in my life.
Why Do We Discriminate? • Opuss № I