After years of saving and planning, Ellie had finally moved to the big city. One of the waiters she worked with told her about the weekend flea market, and she decided to visit on her next Sunday off.
She had picked up every available double shift and now had a whole day to herself. She dressed in a long, blue, beaded skirt and a gauzy white top. It was almost with a sense of wonder that she assessed her reflection in the mirror – she was now a part of this city of dreams!
The market vibrated with color and sound. A slight breeze blew against her skin as she wandered from one stall to another. There were so many different types of people and objects. Like a huge, exotic bazaar.
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