Dimi went for a walk towards the marketplace Theresa had mentioned the evening before, hoping she would find some more fish for her neighbor’s new pet seabirds. The vibrant noise of music playing in the streets, the chattering of people bartering and the honking of cars occasionally passing by a wonderful distraction to the issues she was hiding from.
She meandered through the streets, picking up a few pieces of fresh fruit, another packet of the prawns and then spent a good deal of time looking at the local artisanal crafts. The weaving of baskets and linens were bright and colorful, and she studied the intricacies of it with interest.
She wasn’t quite ready to head back to her lonely little spot and she was happy to find a little restaurant with outdoor seating full of happy laughter a
