Making marigolds into garlands. Papaya, or pawpaw. Succulent and ripe.
I should have known better. It was crowded, impatient people pushing and jostling. I took my phone out of my trouser pocket and put it in my knapsack, wearing it on my chest, not my back. I was able to zip away my wallet and keys safely. I checked again in five minutes and the… Continue reading Walk in the Bazar