Market Writing

Touching the tip of my tongue was the hot roaring flavour of noodle soup burning off my tongue. I look at the fruit stands and their patient cold fruit waiting to be eaten i ask mum can I have some as i spot a stray cat next to the bin. I then saw a huge bag of crackers being handed out the bag holding all the crackers was about the size as me. I asked the man can i have some he said to me "apa" he was speaking a completely different language. I walk back looking at the herds of people behind me weaving through them to make it back to my seat.