7: The Trash Is Out

ASHTON

Shops and boutiques line the streets, people crowd the paths with several bags hanging off their arms, flaunting their money in each other's faces. All holding the impression of safety and security. Good for them.

A few give us sideways glances which has words rumble off in my head. ‘Don’t mind us, just some orphaned girls making a trip to the market.’

“Come on, let’s get this over with.” Addison says as she grabs Gina by the arm nearly dragging her down the sidewalk.

I hear Gina’s intake of breath as we enter the square, which is pretty much a field jam packed with vendor tables and food trucks. It attacks all your senses at once. So many colors, so many different things at so many tables. The chatting of dozens upon dozens of people creates an annoying hum that makes it hard for my brain to concentrate. The aroma from several different food trucks disgustingly blending together causes my stomach to toss.

And touch...let’s hope that sense is left out. Indefinitely.

“Let’s get