The Market – A Six Sentence Story

Categories Life, Self, Writing

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.

Click on the link right here to link your own post and read more Six Sentence Stories from some wonderful storytellers.

 

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

18 thoughts on “The Market – A Six Sentence Story

  1. 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!

  2. 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.

  3. 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

  4. 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”

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