Join us each week for the best of flash fiction, with Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts writers from all over the world, on her site Addicted to Purple. The challenge is to write a 100 word (or less) story, with a beginning, middle and end, from a photo prompt. Add your own story, or check out the other wonderful tales. This week’s photograph comes from Dave Stewart.
Villagers diligently went about their business: setting up the weekly market of food vendors and artisans. Tourists would flock here to purchase the finest local wares, and gifts to bring home. For locals, the market was the best place to socialize, while purchasing fresh produce and meats.
The sun burned strongly in the sky. Late spring flowers added color to an already vibrant community. Mothers carried their babies; children chased each other around the stalls and carts; fathers sat in the shade, smoking and discussing crops.
As the giant wave built up velocity, no one manned the warning bell.
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