Today I was going to the flea market with my mother and my little brother while my dad was at work, I'm not sure what my Mom is looking for cause all I can see while I'm walking around is some used up junk. But the Flea market only happens once a year and I guess it's tradition. I looked around There were yards of home décor Shelves, Lamps, Chairs, Dressers. There was home made pottery, some that seemed ancient and some that looked as if it came from overseas. There was buckets of jewelry Vintage and New beautiful and ugly all in the same bucket. That's where my mom got distracted and told me "Watch Your brother I'll be right back!" Patrick stood next to me looking lost and confused, "C'mon Pat Lets get you something" I said and he swiftly nodded back.
Looking around again I see rows of guitars, some are scratched & some are still in there box, Baskets of used and new Cell phones, and Decorative Glass items "hey Pat what do you want? Mom gave me some money today so we can get something." I asked him "A toy car
A big one!" He said enthusiastically "Alright Lets try to find that" I said a hint of doubt in my voice.
The Flea market was in mid-day and crowds of people came in "Stay close Pat" I said, worried that I might lose him in the crowd "mhm, okay sis." and I grabbed his hand as we squeezed our way around the crowd.
We somehow managed to get out of the crowd. We found ourselves inside a vendor. The top of it was covered with enormous bells there were three bins one had neatly piled posters which were also aligned to a table another had Brass instruments in them they all looked new, Flutes, trumpets, Clarinet, you name it they have it. The third bin was filled with shoes of all sizes baby shoes to large men shoes.
The table was covered with golden jewelry earrings necklaces bracelets, next to them were oriental jewelry boxes which were in the best of shape. The walls of the vendor were covered with vintage and oriental fans.
And as unique as this particular vendor was I couldn't help but to stare at the bells.
"Sis I found them!" I heard Pat yell but I turned around and he was gone "Pat!" I Yelled for him desperately but all I could hear was strangers haggling over useless junk "Pat" I yelled again but it was no use. "Where did you go" I said feeling tears swelling in my eyes. "Are you Alright, miss?" I looked around confused "who was that?" I said, confused "ehem .. Down here." I looked down, I saw a pile of broken dolls disassembled, cracked, Worn out through the years. There was one doll in that pile, missing her left arm, rips in her Victorian style dress, Her face had been stained over the years, and her hair had been tangled as if a child had played with it. "Hello?" I said to the strange doll. "No I'm crazy dolls cant talk" I said chuckling a bit "That's mostly true." This time I was sure it came from the doll. "How are you doing that?" I asked curiously "Do you believe in magic?" said the strange doll. "Yes actually." I said a bit hesitantly and looked around hoping no one would could hear me. But I then thought I shouldn't worry that a doll is going to rat me out. "Good that will make this much easier to explain." She said then sighed "I'm from a collection of dolls called Acelina's, we were made back in the eighteenth century when witches were being hunted. I was bought by a lonely young witch and she cast a spell upon me so I could speak and have thoughts of my own. Unfortunately she was caught by the witch hunters, she told me not to speak.. So I had to watch." she said in a very sad tone. If she was living I'm sure she would be crying right now. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked." I said, as her story had gotten to me. "Its quite alright your not the first person I've talked to." she said more relaxed now "Anyway you seemed upset before Who is this 'Pat' that you spoke of?" she asked more curiously than concerned "Pat is my brother, I lost him in the crowd. He said he found them he must mean the toy cars, but I don't know where that is." I said, concerned for Pat "Oh,? Is that all? I know where the toy cars are. They were obstructing my view of the church over behind you earlier, The toy cars are behind you, about three vendors and you should see your brother." she said kindly "Thank you so much
um what's your name? If I may ask. Mine is Nelly" I said "My name?" she said in shock as if she had never heard that question before "your from a collection right? Doesn't every doll in a collection has a name." I said curiously "Yes, yes they do. My name is Gwyneth, I'm pleased to meet you Nelly, you're a sweet girl" she said Peacefully "Thank you so much Gwyneth" I said ,then I turned around towards the crowd to find Patrick
The crowd of people was thick and swift but I managed to weave my way around them and find the Vendor with the toy cars "Pat!" I yelled but there was no reply "Pat!!" I yelled again "Nelly!" I heard him cry he wasn't too far away. "Nelly!" He cried again I could hear sniffling, I ran towards the noise and I found Pat
He was sitting down, face red as if he's been crying, and a toy mustang on his lap. "Pat." I said, then he turned to hug me "Nelly your a meanie!" he said more sad than angry "Pat, you shouldn't run off like that. Don't do that again ok?" I said concerned. "Is that the toy you want?" I asked him "yep" he said pridefully.
"Ok lets get it then." Pat and I walked over to the cashier. "I'd like to get this please" I said to the cashier. "That'll be Ten Dollars" said the cashier lazily I handed him the Ten dollars, Took Pats hand, and walked out of the vendor "Nelly Pat!!!" I could hear my mom yell to us from far away but she soon caught up "Nelly look at these, do you think I got too many?" she showed me some silver jewelry it was beautiful but there was a lot of it "Oh Pat what's that you got there?" My mom asked Pat childishly "A toy car" he said proudly "Nelly got it for me." My mom looked at me with a smile on her face Proud about something, but I don't know what "Did she now? Nelly that money was for the moth of you to share, was there anything you wanted before we go?" I looked across to the pile of broken dolls buy Gwyneth was gone "No, no there's not lets go."