Sunday Morning Market Nightmare
on Sheila Ash (India), 27/Aug/2017 04:45, 34 days ago
Dogs to the left of you,dogs to the right,still more unseen in front of you,hidden from sight.Dogs at eye leveltrying to lick your face,more dogs still behind youstraining to give chase.Dogs on long leasesof leather, rope and chain,a thousand tripping hazardsto drive a man insane.More arrive each minute,still they’re crowding in.the road’s too small and narrowfor all to fit within.In the crush somebody stumblesbut luckily does not fall,it’s worse than in the salesat some big retail mall.Impatience mounts to a crescendotwo men lock shoulders like two stags,barging at each othertwo old frustrated dads.The crowd behind has haltedcrumbles fill the air,someone calls for them to stop,someonelse is heard to swear.The air is rife with tensionluckily soon dispersed,no fisticuffs ensuedfrom this showy outburst.But the dogs had got excitedthey’re straining to break free,there’s no policing presencethat anyone can see.The summer Sunday morningtotters on undeterredbut below the surface simmersannoyances unheard.So if you come to fairs and marketsplease come on your ownor with your wife or husband but please leave all dogs at home.© Sheila Ash 27thAugust 2017ashramblings