keep walking...
You keep walking and notice that you are getting into a more dense
part of the town. The road is a lot more even and the air feels
cleaner than it had in the alley. There are many stores and venders. A
little man brushed past you shouting," Boiled peanuts! Come get
your boiled peanuts!" Your stomach wrenched in hunger. Yoou put
your hand on your stomach and pushed your way farther into the
marketplace. People shout their goods- fresh vegetables, hot pastries,
sausages, fruits, jewelry, and more. Your stomach twists itself into a
hard, aching knot and you scan the building signs, looking for some
type of soup kitchen. Cozy Inn, Swiffy Mart, Plaza Hotel, Tyle Sands
Shopping Market, Beachside cove...Beachside cove? You stop walking and
listen hard. Above the bustle of the people, you hear the sound of
crashing waves. You cannot even think about the fun you can have at
the beach because your stomach is bothering you too
much.
