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Two psychics have been given stalls on either side of a small community hall. One has a customer and is intensely giving a reading. The other is watching on from the other side of the hall, shuffling tarot cards, expression pointedly pensive.
A small human (4) is speaking to the owner of a crochet teddy stall. He is earnestly explaining that their teddies are nice, but his bear is much better because it's his. He then holds out his very well-loved bear to show them.
A man (60s?) is at a table covered in vintage, well-loved Matchbox cars. This is a precious collection and when asked, he says: "I'm sellin' the whole lot." and watches with a smile when a small human is enraptured by a Lamborghini.
A man (50s?) is inspecting a fresh potato stall. A tiny Chihuahua is nestled in a woven bag slung over his shoulder with its head just poking out, sniffing all the smells.
A small human (3?) is standing with a tiny puppy (poodle?) Tiny puppy wants to make friends and is wagging its tail with the power of a miniature turbine, its button eyes shining. Small human wants to make friends by roaring: "I HAVE A PUPPY" at anyone who smiles in her direction.
Any typos spotted in this post were caused by this cat who triggered a cacophony of pspspsps from the audience waiting to see a band last night. This cat did not care for the lure of pspsps. It was a proximity creature (as are the typos) and wished to be adored from afar.
A man (40s) and a horde of small humans are engaged in a fight-to-the-soggiest water pistol war in a shady garden. There are roars, squeals, cackles and a loud exclamation of: "THAT'S NOT IN THE RULES! MUUUM!"
A soft spoken woman (60s?) is in line for ice cream. Taking a sheet of paper from her bag, she says to her friend: "For 2025, I've written down 5 things to say if people are rude to me. So when it happens, I can take out this sheet and read one to them."
Her friend smiles encouragingly.
Two men (50s?) meet at a coffee cart. They stand silently, side by side, surveying traffic as they drink their coffees. After around 5 minutes, one says: "Cool. Nice seein' ya mate."
The other says: "Likewise."
They walk off in separate directions. Socialized to the max.
A teenager (17?) is navigating the footpath with admirable swagger. He's got the sideways baseball cap. The low-slung jeans. The neatly ironed 2Pac T-shirt and a clank of silver chains. He veers into a toy shop and heads for the board game section. Terraforming Mars is where it's at.
A man (50s?) with his belongings strapped to his back is cycling past a punch of outdoor cafe tables. He sneezes loudly and at least 3 people call out: "Bless You!"
He looks over his shoulder with a grin: "You're welcome!" then cycles off.
All typos spotted in this post are triumphantly and gleefully dancing on the desiccated remains of 2024. (Happy New Year!)
A woman (20s?) is hitchhiking on a daisy strewn stretch of road. She's wearing a safari hat, pantaloons and bare feet. A car full of women with packs in the back pulls over. Grinning she gets in.
A busker (20s) in flowing clothes with a bohemian beard is strumming a guitar and singing softly on a public stage in a tiny, empty park. His audience is a solitary seagull, who is standing on one foot and looks suspiciously like a music critic. Busker is totally chill about this.
A small human (5?) sitting in a cafe. All around her adults are talking of meditation retreats and what type of pizza they're going to order. But not small human. She's colouring in a picture of a pony with meticulous detail, completely centered, completely in the zone.
A woman (20s?) with vivid blue hair and an intense air is talking to another (20s?) with Pre-Raphaelite flowing locks and a kind smile. Blue Hair Woman says "We will get coffee and find the light. I HAVE to draw you."
At a spotless public loo a jetlagged American tourist (50s?) leaves a cubicle with her pants still undone. She looks at the waiting queue in horror and says "Oh no. I'm so tired. I thought I was home!" A local says kindly "Don't worry Darl, we've all been there."
Any typos spotted in this post were spontaneously manifested by this weka who understands the power of no. If spotted please marvel from a distance and don't mind the pang of being bird snubbed.
A small human (3) dressed as a fairy with sparkly pink wings and a tutu socks her big brother (6?) in the ribs for an undetermined provocation. The ref (Mum) calls time out, but Fairy Pugilist is unrepentant.
A man in board shorts is gingerly walking barefoot across a beach carpark on a hot day, wincing and muttering: "Shit. shit. shit. shit." under his breath with each step.
His partner calls from their car: Do you want your jandals? (flip flops)
He replies stoically: Nah. I can take it.
A small human (5?) in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle T-shirt is treating the footpath as his own personal catwalk. His hands are on his hips. He is serving face. And the walk is everything. He. Is. Fashion.
In a beach car park, a serious man is sitting next to a serious dog in a Suzuki Swift. They are both staring out the window, seeking the optimal parking spot. They will not rest until their job is done.
At a bus stop, a man (40s) with his belonging sitting in a shopping trolley sits next to a smartly dressed woman (60s). She opens a large box of strawberries and offers him one.
Any typos spotted in this post would like to offer an immense amount of gratitude to all the wonderful people who supported them yesterday for their Patreon launch. (Seriously, huge thanks. It meant a LOT. You guys are amazing.) If typos spotted, please don't poke or they'll multiply aggressively.
A man (20s) in full 80s romantic goth regalia is strutting down the street in the sunshine, grooving to his own personal soundtrack as he pulls a folding shopping trolley full of vegetables behind him.
A suited man (50s?) has decided to conduct his employee's performance review next to the door of a busy cafe. A nearby table of seniors compete to pull gurning faces at the back of Boss's head. Employee is showing signs of extreme strain as he tries not to laugh.
A woman (50s) is sitting at a corner table by a window. She's quietly and efficiently working on a pile of Christmas cards. Some involve writing on every single blank surface inside and on the back. Some involve a few brisque words with the card being immediately tucked out of sight.
A woman walks past a bookshop with a friend. She groans and laughs as she rubs her tummy: "I think I need an intervention. I've gotta stop eating Christmas cookies! I keep telling myself it's just one more and it's never just one more!"
A woman (60s?) stops another (30s?) in the street. "Excuse me. I just wanted to say I LOVE what you're wearing. I saw you coming and needed to let you know. You look AMAZING." Other Woman looks at her floral red dress, flustered but visibly pleased: "Thank you. I just brought it yesterday."
Any typos spotted in this post are seeking an endless box of Christmas cookies. If spotted, please give cookies and run away quickly.
A small human (2) has been told that kite flying time is over. It's tea time. As Dad packs up the kite, Small Human does his best cloak (towel) wrapped dying swan performance on the sand at Mum's feet. The drama. Is. Everything.
Two young humans (11?) have drawn a diabolically complicated race track in the sand with sharp curves and spots that require (not so) perilous leaps. They READYSTEADYGO! and launch into action, only to trip over each other on the first bend, laying on their backs, howling with laughter.
An entire family bolts after a beach umbrella that tumbles end over end as it makes a spirited escape towards the dunes. They catch it triumphantly after Dad makes a desperate rugby tackle and saves the day.
Two small humans (7?) are patrolling the beach drawing circles in the sand around every bluebottle they find. There are a lot today and their mission is mighty. Once they draw their circles they write BE CAREFUL in their best neat writing. They've done over twenty so far.
A young human (8?) is creating a mighty driftwood fort around his beach towel, from where he can lurk in his new lair and inform everyone nearby that they MOST DEFINITELY CAN NOT COME IN! His teen sister calmly collects a bucket of water and tips it over the top. Outraged howls ensue.
Any typos spotted in this post are full of fish and chips. If spotted please ignore the dying swan act when you tell them it's time to go home.