The stones of the archway were cool under her fingertips and the cobblestone pathway was unevenly potholed. The air itself smelled different here. A wet aroma of fish permeated from the market two streets over, blending with the rich spices and sharp ginger that infused the city.
A shove at her shoulder knocked her aside as an older woman barged past her. The woman glanced at her overstuffed knapsack and comfy sneakers. Foreigner, she probably thought.
She was a foreigner, not just to this country, but to this chapter of her life.
Taking a step forward, she began to write.
© Jade M. Wong
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count: 100 exactly.
A little fiction to satisfy my wanderlust craving. One day, I will travel the world and see everything that’s out there. And yes world, you can hold me to that.