starter for: @mattyrazo location: the farmer’s market
It seemed Mystic was putting in a really good effort at having a lot of May flowers, if one went by that whole, ‘April showers bring May flowers’ saying. But the showers Mystic had been receiving of late were more like downpours and the wind seemed determined to blow the little coastal town away. Holly was taking advantage of the break in the rain to visit Mystic’s farmer’s market. After purchasing all of the items she needed, she headed back to her car, fighting for each step against the wind that threatened to blow her away.
Just as she reached the bottom of the hill, close to where she had parked, one of the paper bags carrying her groceries ripped open, sending her tomatoes and mushrooms tumbling to the ground. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” she grumbled, a hand coming up to her forehead as this was simply not the kind of setback Holly was prepared to deal with. With a groan, the brunette knelt down and began trying to collect her dropped vegetables, completely unaware of the dumpster that had been sent rolling in her direction by the overly strong wind.