Pedler's Fair

The strip was crowded, streets blocked off and policemen patrolled the area. How Bertrand had convinced her to participate in this 'Pedler's' fair she had no idea. Apparently it was a new Chamber of Commerce idea to host a huge sidewalk sale type of thing with merchants from all over the country. Bertrand had set up a wide array of display stands outside the Gallery, not just for her work but for the mural artist, the glass artist and the mixed media artist. The later was actually creating right on the street. Of course if you are stapling trash together that could apparently be done anywhere.

Looking at her paintings, Nyra felt pleased. She had been inspired by the baby girls to paint soft and delicate looking scenes. Dreamscapes for babies, Connie had called it. With a smile she remembered the talk. Sunsets over ponds of fairies were kind of overdone. Luckily after about six she had worked it out of her system. The newest pieces were the heralds of Fall. Wisps of steam rising from ground as the sun rose on the horizon in anything from a wetlands puddle to a Victorian cemetery.

Standing in the setting sun she wondered if anyone cared about buying art at a junk sale like this. Nyra's sleek green capri pants, tailored button down white shirt and casual sling back sandals set her apart from the bell bottom, peace sign tunic, dreadlocked artist working the evening portion with her. It boggled the mind to think Bertrand really thought the two of them were similar. Sure Serenity was a nice enough girl but she was very different from Nyra. When they had first been introduced it had been obvious to her. Serenity put on a show but did not subscribe to the core of beliefs she promoted. Nyra had stopped trying to put on a show but still followed those beliefs to the best of her ability. Maybe if Serenity, if that really was her name, kept it up long enough she would eventually believe her own propaganda.

Luckily the event only lasted until 10pm and her friends were all aware of her participation should they wish to come. Looking down the street she saw antiques, collectibles, junk, food vendors, clothing, entertainment and even one brave soul who was getting a tattoo in front of the Ink Shop at the end of the block. Music flowed from shops and two tiny stages. Lights were strung across the street in a haphazard pattern, brightening the coming dusk.

Rather than miss it, Nyra quickly got out canvas and paints to capture the scene. She worked under the light post outside The Gallery and offered passers by a friendly smile, whenever she happened to glance up.

(Open to all, just having some fun.)