Flash Fiction: Wet Market
© Roman Olinchuk
Image by Roman Olinchuk
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
Photo Edited by Lucia Luzzani and Yanting Chen
It was late in Hong Kong, and it was wet. It hadn’t rained for days, and then suddenly: a deluge.
The market remained open, sheltered with tarps and tents, but the salespeople had pulled out cheap plastic ponchos to sell in addition to their typical wares.
And though it was getting late, Auntie was still wandering the stalls. She had been coaxed into purchasing a yellow poncho by a woman she’d known since her youth.
Her feet were in sandals, and she could not last outside in a spring storm much longer, but something about the market remained irresistible to Auntie. And she could not tear herself away.
