At the Market

Call’s Plaza - Cornish Maine

“Happy?” A pointed query shot my way between the Russet potatoes and the Winter squash.

I continued to hum, briefly looking up as a figure, a crone, who emerged from around the fig stand. She passed by without pause, her eye’s scanning the produce.

As I headed to the register I saw her in the dairy aisle and approached her. She was busy selecting a cream cheese. Leaning close, I replied, “Yes, and Merry Christmas.” She glanced up and smiled.

I met another happy person today.

Originally published on Cowbird 2013