I really didn’t feel up to going to the flea market that day… It wasn’t just the record-breaking heat, or the sweltering balm.. but that the light was glaring and oppressive in the way it washed out all the texture, color, and life.
Still… out of boredom I went. Figured, if I just sat home in the air conditioning… it’s certain nothing would happen. If I go, maybe I’ll unearth some rare treasure! Maybe something… anything… might actually happen.
I meandered from lackluster card table display of forgotten debris… boiling booths of brain-scrambling banality… It was so hot and I felt like an ant hounded by some demented demigod child with a giant magnifying glass… focusing the already relentless rays squarely in my path…
Then I saw him… He looked sad and as if he were very far away… Like he was dreaming of what might have been. Or, remembering another life when he was a King!… He just sat there… hoping to sell one of his magnificent natural wood-framed mirrors.
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“Mirror Man” ~ Jacksonville, Florida © Skip Hunt