I trail my patronus cart for half a block before the next intersection and peer up at the signpost.
I double check the map, confused, and peer down the lane. There’s not much to it.
looks like an alley
this can’t be it
a road to nowhere
But this adventure has been a series of leaps, and purpose calls. I take a breath, ease the stalled bike down the gentle grade into the darkened lane, and make my way toward a slight bend.
What meets me around the corner is, like all things this day, unexpected.
The road widens only slightly, into a completely new street, a whole new world
I look behind me and blink
Where am I
Shoehorned between a series of corrugated stalls, adorned with fresh vegetables every shade of green, hardware, even a few toilets. Merchants buzzing, squatting between plastic rounded baskets, tending wares, all barter and banter. A cacophony of buying and selling, light, and life.
The local butcher, carcasses neatly arrayed and ready
His blade is busy as I pass, and there is joy in his work
He shoots me a sly grin as I slide by, agape
Everything is happening
School kids saunter by in uniform, delivery drivers in flight, grandmothers and children hand in hand. And, always and forever, beeps.
As I wander, an oasis of green – a gated temple, adorned with stone walls, sanctuary amidst chaos. It invites rest.
Nope, not tonight
I am swept up in this reverie, life’s movie passing me by
When I am suddenly interrupted
What’s wrong with your bike
The woman astride her own motorbike pulls alongside, points, and asks
I don’t know
I have a shop, it’s there!
She motions for me to hop back on my bike, so I do.
And I am confused.
I point to the engine and shrug
Ok! Let’s go!
She eases her bike closer, overlapping by a couple feet, and puts one foot on my rear fender
Gives her bike gas and I finally clue in
I ease my hand off my brake, lift my feet off the ground, feel the gentle swell of the breeze
And, suddenly, against all odds
We are in motion, in flow, in flight
This is the local version of a tow truck
And I am, yet again
This is beautiful writing D- you need to publish it! From your vivid descriptions to the use of the two voices- it is evocative and has rhythm and feeling. I have loved reading it and eagerly looked forward to the next segment!
Another episode – you captivate us with your writing. I love the local version of a tow truck. It’s as if the small street opens up to a magical place, and you meet a magical helper.
I love the image of wandering through the market, through the stalls, taking in all of the sights and smells. Your story is told in small moments and images, but between the magical place and strange events, there’s a fairy tale quality to it. I’m enjoying this!
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