Flash Fiction Friday -- The Farmer's Market

Here's a story I wrote long ago. Enjoy.

The Farmer’s Market
©2009 Suzanne Lazear

Colin stared at the blonde woman at the farmer’s market as she passed them yet again. Fortunately, his girlfriend, Marissa was busy looking at bunches of flowers.

He wasn’t sure what kept drawing his attention to this mysterious blonde. She was of average height, slender, but not super thin. She wasn’t particularly curvy or well endowed. She was pretty, but not beautiful, though her eyes hid behind trendy sunglasses. Blonde hair was still damp from her morning shower. Even her clothes weren’t particularly noteworthy, or well put together.

The only thing remarkable was the old, intricate Celtic knot necklace that adorned her slender neck on a ratty black cord. It was something his sister in law Kathleen would adore.

As he and Marissa went from booth to booth, he kept seeing her and being compelled to look at her. He realized that whatever was during him wasn’t physical. It was this invisible sparkle, a joie de vive so thick it was nearly visible. Her graceful movements were like a dance as her lithe figured chased the child around the market.

Marissa followed his stare and he blushed. “Oh, what a cute little girl,” she gushed, indicating the tot holding the blonde woman’s hand. The tot was a wee fairy princess and reminded him of his niece Fiona. The tot had a mop of unruly blonde curls and was wearing a frilly dress and shiny black shoes. The woman lifted the little girl onto a pony and gave her a kiss.

Where was the husband? A rather large ring adorned her finger and happy scenes like this always had a husband. Sure enough, a man appeared and was taking pictures of the fairy tot on the horse, then gave the woman a kiss.

Colin briefly wondered what she saw in him. He was just a few inches taller than she was. He was of unremarkable looks, though he hid under a hat and glasses and had that paunch sported by so many middle-aged daddies.

Marissa pulled Colin away to look at some handmade jewelry. But he couldn’t help looking for the blonde woman. There was some inexplicable magnetism that pulled him towards her as if she was his north.

He heard clapping and turned around to see the wee fairy tot dancing to an Irish band that was performing at the market.

The little girl pulled her mama’s hand. “Dance mama.” The little girl’s grin could melt the heard of a snow queen.

The blonde woman handed the husband her parcels, purse, jacket, and phone. She then removed her sunglasses.

Colin was drawn to those pools of blue like a moth to a flame. You could drown in those eyes. Those eyes were wasted hidden behind glasses, they were easily her best feature. Fort a brief moment she looked familiar, but she was probably just one of those people who always reminded you of someone else.

She handed those sunglasses to the husband, who began to look annoyed. The fairy tot and her mama took their positions and the blonde woman began to dance. The music was just a simple Irish jig, but the woman made magic of the basic steps. He was not watching someone who danced for fun, or who’d danced as a child. She danced with the grace of a professional.

The music changed into the 4/4 rhythm of a reel and with it the woman’s steps changed to match. The husband looked embarrassed now as more people gathered around to watch the woman dance.

Her steps became more complicated and she leaped with the grace of a gazelle and the power of a large cat. Her dancing was pure magic, so thick, he could feel it, and he wasn’t nearly as powerful as some of his brothers. Now he realized what it was that made her so remarkable, so special, and it made him burn with desire.

The music ended and she bowed to the musicians.

“Are you done showing off now?” The husband thrust her things back at her. She nodded and accepted the things, giving the band a wave and a wistful glace. It was apparent to Colin that she wanted to dance some more. Before she put her glasses back on she looked right at Colin and smiled. He nearly fell over with the force of the connection between the two of them.

Colin burned with desire for this married mother who he’d never met. He wanted, no needed, this woman as his own. He watched with supreme longing as the little family moved on.

Marissa’s attention reverted back to him. “Can we go? I’d like to go check out this row of thrift stores someone was telling me about.”

Colin sighed inwardly. Flea markets, thrift stores, and farmers markets were not his idea of a vacation. He had agreed to go on vacation to Florida with his girlfriend as a test to see if he should take it to the next level. She was a nice girl, but more chemistry passed between him and the bonnie dancer in that one glace that he and Marissa in their entire relationship.

He let Marissa lead him away and with a backward glance seared for the blonde woman. He didn’t see her or the fairy tot. What a waste. The dancer had such sparkle, such talent and she was married to some clod who didn’t understand how special she was. He still couldn’t shake that he knew her from somewhere, but it was probably that he just wished he knew her.

There was no doubt in his mind that she was a woman worth fighting for. If he had not been with Marissa he’d be tempted to track her down and steal her away from the husband. He’d whisk her and her fairy tot back to Snowblossom Point where he’d love and appreciate her the way she should be. Her talents could be put to good use and the fairy tot would have plenty of playmates.

He sighed again. This was the wrong century for wife stealing. All he could do was silently wish her the best of luck and pray that their paths crossed again some day.

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