*splash* *splash* *splash*
A merchant looked to the sky as the first raindrops began to fall. "Ah, darn" she hissed. She needed customers, because customers meant money and money meant she was able to buy food to eat and feed her kids. But tourists always disappeared at the first sign of rain. Soon, the flea market will be empty except for a few other merchants, beggars and the occasional desperate individual, who really, really needs something that nobody seems to sell. She could hear...
