Writing 101,Day Fifteen : Your Voice Will Find You

Today’ Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown annual fair.That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your world view. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force . How does that make you feel?

Today’s twist: While writing this post, focus again on your voice. Pay attention to your word choice, tone, and rhythm.Read each sentence aloud multiple times , making edits as you read through. Before you hit “Publish”, read your entire piece out loud to ensure that it sounds like you.

During the summer every year our city uses an empty building to have the “The Farmer’s Market.”

The local housewives cook food and bring it to sell in the market. Some farmers also bring fruits and vegetables to sell. It’s a very popular event for the citizens.

The land around the building was expensive but the building itself was very cheap, it needed a lot of renovation, the owner could not afford it, he put the building and land up for sale.

A man was interested to buy it he saw it as a potential to make money. Soon after he bought it, he announced he would not let it be used as  a temporary,”Farmer’s Market.”

I always loved to go during the summer to buy baked goods and other cooked food.

The citizens were protesting the move and were parading in front of the building  going with  signs  which said,  “WE Want The Farmer’s Market.”

The owner paid no heed, some of my friends insisted I should take a stand. I had no experience in this type of demonstration. I told them to excuse me for my voice is not loud enough.

The women would not give up, they  pointed out the fact, it was a place where friends gathered, sold their food, children looked forward to visiting the market.

Suddenly I was energized, I thought Mr. Richard should listen to our demands.

I wrote Mr. Richard you are a  wealthy man, money is not a problem for you. Why are you depriving us from the fun, we and our children have, buying and selling foods and Arts and Crafts ,during these two months. We will not leave the premises until you agree to let us use your building for our temporary Farmers Market.

Mr. Richard did not expect to see such determined people, he quietly said,’Okay I give up you can use my building as your temporary market.”




Daily Prompt: Edge of the Frame

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We often capture strangers in photos we take in public. Open your photo library, and stop at the first picture that features a person you don’t know. Now tell the story of that person.

I had the occasion of taking some pictures when I was in the ‘Farmer’s Market in Montreal’, I was waiting to pick up some fresh produce, I had to wait  until the lady in front of me could get her shopping done.

While waiting I took some pictures of the fruits and vegetables, I came home and discovered the lady who was standing in front of me is in the picture I took while I was waiting my turn.

I started thinking of her. Perhaps she is also visiting Montreal like me, perhaps she is buying fruits and vegetables for her Grand kids with whom she is spending some time in “La Belle Province”, I recall seeing her quite agitated she was asking for a vegetable her grand kids like, she couldn’t find it,  the vendor didn’t have any clue.

Frustrated she moved on to the next one, fortunately she found it, and bought a plastic bag full, I was amazed to know her grand kids like egg plant. She explained to her friend standing by her side how she cooks egg plant.

I told myself, “lady now that I have captured you in my picture I’ll always think of you and the egg plant!”


DP Daily Prompt: These Boots Were Made for Walking Post by Ranu

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English: These boots are made for walking ……….. Who says Penzance isn’t at the forefront of fashion when you can buy thigh length boots such as these in our very own Market Jew Street !!! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The prompt reminds me of Nancy Sinatra’s song,’These boots are made for walkin and that’s what they’ll do’. I went hunting for comfortable shoes while I was in Montreal. I took two pairs of mine,but they refused to co-operate when I was walking. One of the problems in large cities is, one has to walk a lot to get anywhere.

The farmer’s market was over a kilometre away from where we were staying. This meant we’d have to walk. The first two days I used the pair I took with me. I ended up having my toes so sore,I could not continue using them. I had to get a comfortable pair. When I stepped out of the store,the problem continued. My daughter’s advice was,’Mom you have to break into them’.I understand that part,but I was only there for two weeks,I knew it was not long enough to feel at ease with them. Between stop and walk ritual I managed to cover the grounds. I had to walk from the subway station to the park to watch tennis matches where our favorite players were playing.

We went on a shopping spree, which required metres and metres of walking. My shoes took me to a lot of places,I honestly didn’t enjoy walking that much. It had to be done or else I’d have to sit and wish some angel would lend me her wings so I could fly everywhere. It is only possible in fiction.

I had aching feet,toes and everything that goes with walking,but was deprived of pleasure!