The Prompt said: She was carried along by the crowd
I created this-
The music of a plucked guitar, a wooden flute, and bongos competed with the chatter of sellers and buyers haggling over hand-made magnificence. She was carried along by the crowd the riot of colors and smells so familiar they lulled her into complacency. She looked out over the green waters, boats tracing long white lines in the white-caps. Above the sky’s usual dress of gray rippled away letting the soft blue of a northwest sky peek out. The smell of flowers called her. The women hiding behind the dappled brilliance saw everything and spoke little. This was home sweet home.
Now check out what my friends created: