Thank you @mariannewest for another fabulous #freewrite challenge, today's prompt is cane
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This is a standalone freewrite, but it does follow on from Elma (so if you missed it and want to read that click here)
Come to think of it, Elma had only started to have the vivid dreams that seemed so real, and seemed to come true in some way, after she had visited Europe - and more specifically Goodbyenicetoavseenya, the small country that simply disappeared one day.
In fact, she thought as the rain crashed into the shelter above her head, the dreams started after she bought the very basket she held in her hand.
She remembered the day she bought the basket as clearly as if it were yesterday. She remembered the smell of the market, the colours of all the strange vegetables and the sounds of people speaking the strange mixture of languages that seemed so foreign and at the same time familar. The basket seller, a woman bent with age and a lifetime of hard work, waved her cane at Elma as she strolled past.
"Come buy this basket!" she shouted and pointed her cane at a beautiful woven basket at her feet. "It will bring you luck and adventure. And all your dreams will come true!"
Elma had laughed. She thought the woman was exaggerating, trying to sell her something that could not be...