wellington alice may connolly
The Market A couple, soon-‐to-‐be-‐married, strolled through the fruit and vegetable market. It was a Sunday -‐ the market took place in the car park of the central museum at the end of every week. The woman said to her soon-‐to-‐be-‐husband that she would be going to get a big leek for a soup she was making that evening when their guests came over. The man said to his soon-‐to-‐be-‐wife “righto” and that he would be going to get some nice bread they could butter up and dip into the soup. A young child on a scooter with the handles too high for his little torso rolled past, weaving in and out of all the people, and a man fed a bit of roti to his dog on the sidewalk. Pigeon Hello my name is Pigeon. Here are my friends; their names are Pigeon too. See how we are all friends? We live for 12