3/1/22 The Crystal Seller

 The Crystal Seller

Walking around a small market, a man walks up to a booth. Decked out in shimmering cloth, the sun reflects off the material, blinding the man momentarily, but then drawing him to the source. As he walks up he sees necklaces and other jewelry hanging around. A woman sits behind the counter, wearing a welcoming smile.

“Hello there, welcome to my shop. If you have any questions please don’t be afraid to ask.”

The man continues to look around, pretending to care about the jewelry. As he is about to leave he notices a clear crystal, the size of his fist, sitting in a metal stand on the table. A paper beside it says “Imported Brazilian Quartz” with a price tag of “$3500.”

“Is that real?” the man asks, pointing at the clear crystal.

“Yes, 100%. I had it imported from a mine in Brazil. As you can see it is a very high quality crystal with almost no blemishes. Let me tell you, these are not easy to come by.”

The man wanted to walk away but something in him couldn’t leave without that crystal. “I’ll take it.”

The woman’s eyes light up, “Oh, a collector of fine crystals are we?”

“No, I just think it looks really nice, and I wouldn’t mind having something fancy to decorate my home.”

The woman pulls out a machine and they begin the transaction of purchasing the crystal. After it is paid for, she carefully wraps it up and places it in a special case with foam all around it. Delicately, she hands it to the man.

“Thank you for stopping by, I hope the quartz brings you joy,” she says with a smile. The man smiles back and walks out of the little tent.

The woman peaks out the entrance of her tent to make sure the man is out of sight. She quickly shuts the flaps and begins packing up her shop, neatly placing the jewelry in boxes and bins. She packs them all in a little wagon. As she is picking up the last tote she stops to look inside. In the tote are dozens of high quality plastic quartz crystals. She smiles and closes the tote, casually walking away with her wagon.


The End

3/1/22

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