The Market – A Six Sentence Story
Walking into the market always felt like coming home.
As soon as she stepped through the swinging double doors, her feet knew precisely where to go. For the last fifteen years, they walked the same path, stopped at the same favorite vendors, and never really wondered why – maybe her mother walked the same path with her as a child and the memory was etched somewhere in her subconscious.
The market has a particular aroma. It is the scent of each individual offering drifting across the aisles and mingling with the scents coming from other stands. Individually, each is a perfect solitary experience, but combined, they make up the smell of the market – a hearty, briny, heady mix of life and memories.
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Hitting the cue “cheesy” was a bit of a stretch perhaps. I was really stuck on this one, but as I walked the market for real last week, I got my inspiration as I passed the cheese shop and was thinking about the particular smell and feel of the market. So, truth – that’s where my cheesy inspiration struck.
Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less.
LAST week’s cue was CHEESY. I wrote a post, but never linked. So here it is.
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Hungry or not, I always “overshop” due to the aromas wafting in the air.
If only the bakery were rank!
Yes. It’s a distinct problem. I have to fight not to eat my way through the market when we go. It’s a thing.
HA – RANK! Well done, sir. 😀
I wish we had places like this to shop here. I could feel the nostalgia in your words and I’m certain the smells you remember contribute to how much you enjoy the same walk thru today!
There is definite nostalgia involved here. Still trying to decide if this week’s six is a bit more of this experience or something completely new.
I remember trips with my mom to the bakery, the dairy, the meat shop, the dime store, etc, each with their own individual feel and charm. Big box stores will never generate those kinds of memories.
Nope, not the same thing at all. This place is amazing, mostly because of the memories, I suppose. And the feeling of home and family.
The all in one grocery stores are just not the same.
So not the same! Even when they have a marketplace section (ours does) or the whole store is marketplace-ish, it’s not the same as a true farmers’ market. Some things just can’t be duplicated.
I like this one a Lot! There’s something indescribably inviting about a marketplace.
Absolutely.
yeah I have a sense memory (only in the sense of recognizing it if I smell it again) of a market in the town we lived when I was 5 years old. Interesting mix (as you say) of a variety of smells, scents and odors.
Good Six
Great memories.
Not my favorite six ever, but it’s what I got.
I’m with you Lisa. No matter the “marketplace-ish” atmosphere grocery stores try to create it simply isn’t the same. Markets, open air or indoor, of the farmers variety are so distinctive in..everything. The smells, the people…which makes for a whole totally different experience, different atmosphere and energy.
Nice reflection on how our bodies become conditioned after years of doing a thing that truly it (the body) has a “mind” of its own! lol
P.S. Very nice reminder. “live deliberately”
Thanks, Girlie! Yeah, the body memory thing is funny.
I like what you did with this—I felt like I was right there!
Thanks, Marcia!
Those market smell are hard to describe. They have a smell all their own. Your story brought back some memories of my own market adventures.
You’re right – hard to describe, but all those individual smells combine to make one layered experience.