Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

What Is a Flea Market

What is a flea market? I asked, unsure.
I found all kinds of things not found in the mall.
Antiques that brought memories back
Things I have never seen anywhere else
Things I knew I would never see or find anywhere else again
Home made things from creative people
Shiny things, feathery things, things of leather.
I was overjoyed when I discovered you can lug stuff to a cashier.
She will make you a pile and give you a number.
My number should have been JACKPOT
My pile was huge.
\My sister was askance.
My car is not big enough for all that, she told me.
Not to worry, I replied as they lugged a ten foot suit of armor to the register.
I have had to rent a truck to bring that guy home.

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L Milton Hankins June 22, 2022 at 12:18 PM Oh my...remind me never to go to a Flea Market or Swap Meet with you, Caren. Or, at least, remind me to bring a truck! Caren Krutsinger June 22, 2022 at 5:23 PM Bring a semi Hank!

Paula Goldsmith June 22, 2022 at 11:47 AM What a fun write. I thought you were going to say, ten foot suit of armor was going to run behind the car. Hahahah. Have a great day........... Caren Krutsinger June 22, 2022 at 5:23 PM This really happened - I rented a truck.