“What are you selling?”
The question took me completely off guard as the answer was painfully obvious. It was not like I was the new face at the boot sale, I had been coming here for many years. Week after week I was selling garden decorations such as Chimaera’s and ornaments. This week was Halloween, so a lot of my work was based around pumpkins.
I waved a hand tiredly at the tarpaulin everything was sitting on. “Just what you see here. It is all home-made and I will guarantee the quality.” This is the moment that I looked up and noticed the man in front of me.
It felt as though I was rooted to the floor. It had been years since I had last laid eyes on him and I wondered why he had chosen this day to show up. His eyes moved towards the various goods and he began studying them while all of the air seemed to have been drained from my body. I was quite glad he wasn’t looking at me as I struggled to take a breath.
He paused. “What about having a drink with your dad?”
Stunned, all I could do was nod.
Written for Sunday photo fiction