The summer air seemed like a hot breeze, brushing along the stokes of grass and laughter of little children walking by. The town was packed with little striped cottages, wood and bricks gently painted along it’s upper-rim. The wind that was unusually warm yet not too hot to be of concern waltzed with the study roofs of the town despite its firm and sturdy posture. The market was usually filled with busy people in the afternoon, and filled it was; Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters all gathered round to see the merchants stall.

The wind breezed by a tall lady, chestnut hair dressed with a small golden hairpin topped with a small smile that lay upon her peachy figure. She was as young as a baby and as elegant as a swan. She wore a tight blue-fitted waistcoat with a long lightish grey outfit laid beneath it. Her posture was leant backwards and her nails as short as the top of a thumbnail.

Upon a first glance it would appear she were wishing on pennies by the tall stone fountain that forbade in front of her. Perhaps she was hoping for love or money, a title or eternal happiness; I could never be sure what she were wishing for or if in fact she were ever wishing at all. What could be sure is that she was staring by the fountain, her pale and dainty hand rusting against the course stone that many others had touched before. Then reaching into her purse she tossed out a penny watching it fall into the shallow depths of the metallic ocean in front of her.

An old man with wisps for hair approached her. He had a large hunchback and held a wooden cane as if it were a second leg. He offered a wrinkled smile to the young lady. The woman smiled back her grey eyes squeezing against the edge of her cheekbones her maroon eyebrows thinly lowering down to her delicately crinkled eye sockets. The man placed his left hand onto the fountain and tossed yet another penny into the fountain. He smiled at the woman once more and started to walk towards the chutney stand. The woman stared into the fountain gleefully her world spinning like the warm breeze that spun inside the town. She too walked off into the market but decided to tread into the florist’s lounge of flowers. After greeting Mrs. Daylily the young lady was invited to a rainbow of flowers. On the left were an assortment of neatly tied Marigolds of yellows and oranges with red and pink Roses stacked in an ombré laid neatly on the table. In front of her were bright yellow Sunflowers, pale-blush Lavenders, a dozen pink Peonies sat at the far end of of the stall and 6 tiny purple Hydrangeas sat tightly on a green, feathered, leaf. The young lady selected a bouquet of ripe, peach fluttered, dahlias wrapped neatly with about 20 centimetres of corse brown string and handed Mrs. Daylily one-ninth of a penny.

The young lady then walked into a small house by the outskirts of the market before opening a wooden door that lead to a bed. Inside the bed was an old woman, fail and old. He had her grey hair draped down to her chest and 3 blankets neatly crumpled over her cold body. The young lady handed the old woman the flowers before handing her a cool glass of water, the cup gifted from her grandfather. The young lady sat on the end of the bed touching her thigh as she sat. “Nanny, pray you will get better.”

“Rosa,” the old woman held the young woman’s cheek her wrinkles barely bulging past the bone “I don’t think I will.” She said her smile turning into a cry. “You shan’t be lonely, live my darling Rosa- let my worries fade to dust.” The young woman now known as Rosa smiled at her grandma her hands placed in gently on the side of the bed. “I will eventually, I just haven’t found the one.”

“Listen my darling, you’re great aunt has a wonderful friend, he has a son whom-“ the decrepit old soul started to cough her chest wheezing through tight breaths of air. “He would like to meet you. Down the garden path.”

Note- let me know if you want pt 2