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| A Quarter for a Wish; Laura Steelwater | |
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It was half past noon, the summer sun hovered gleefully over the joyous farmers market. This small town at the edge of Illinois had farmer markets every weekend if one knew where to look. Lucky, for a certain someone, she did. Laura Steelwater moved through the temporary stands as a shadow. Each turn and each step, just a blur in the corner of someone's eye. While she didn’t normally spend her time at the trinket end of the strange gathering of RV’s and bugnets; one pesky salesman saw her slip away with one of his apples. She roamed the stalls and the venders, blending into the strange crowd, and finding their faces to be oddly familiar. Her time perusing the food stalls every weekend had apparently left these peoples faces ingrained in her memory. Laura thought it strange then, that this festivity was every weekend if only the same people came to it every weekend. Didn’t these people have houses, families, pets, lives outside of this weekly ritual? These fairs were almost just city gatherings for whispering old women and gloating men to gather and talk about their days. Even the vendors where the same. Their sun bleached tarps covering their makeshift wooden stand that housed various collected junk. That is, all except for one. It was some wooden shelter with a rounded top, supported by giant wagon wheels the likes Laura hasn’t seen since her old history book. Two spokes that stuck out of one end connected to a car by leather straps that have been bolted to both parts. The car itself looked much newer than the portable shelter; it’s curves and style seemed to suggest that it was very new, and very nice, Laura questioned, why then would it have aged leather straps bolted to it’s bumper. One side had been pulled up to reveal the shops wares. It almost seemed like just another trinket shop, little necklaces, earrings, and rings glinted in the day’s light. Laura almost spent the same amount of time here as she did the other shops, but when she went to walk out something caught her eye. A small cameo attached to a black ribbon hung loosely on the side of the viewport into the temporary shop. While all the other trinkets were in the front where they could catch the light of the day, this one was almost tucked in back, as if to hide it away from the common eye. Laura wasn’t sure how much time had passed with her staring at the cameo, but something about it seemed so familiar, so inviting, and she just couldn’t figure out what. She was drawn from her thought when a voice called out to her, “You like what you see dear?” Laura looked towards the man behind the counter, his reddish hair had began to fade to white and his smile revealed some missing teeth. “Sorry, I was just browsing,” she quickly said as she tried to look as ‘not guilty’ as possible. The man chuckled and he reached over plucking the cameo from it’s resting place and dangling in front of her. “No, you were staring,” he corrected her, “and you didn’t answer my question. Do you like it?” She tried to deny it, tried to shake her head, but instead she said, “Yeah. It’s.. nice.” The man smirked as if he could tell, no, as if he knew, what Laura was feeling, “Then it’s yours.” He handed the necklace to her. “No I couldn’t,” Laura said raising her hands up defensively and taking a step back from the shop keeper. People just don't give things away for free. “I insist,” he assured, “My time with it is over, it was there so that the next one could find it, and it seems you have.” Okay, so this guy has a screw or two loose Laura decided. “I really couldn’t,” she protested, but her hands had other plans, and soon the cameo was her hand. |
![]() FORTUNE EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING. YOUR LUCKY NUMBER IS NONE. YOUR LUCKY COLOR IS DEAD. Motto: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON. | |
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