Write four lines of prose about: the busker.
Managed to get through last night without anything else being stolen. Hurray?
Heading back to the market tomorrow with nearly 300 pounds of apricots, about 60 pounds of Transparent apples, several heads of cabbage, and 8 pints of raspberries. What else? Right, also harvested some bags of our tender green beans. Oh, and we should have a couple boxes of gold plums to sell as well.
Looking forward to being there again after skipping last weekend.
An upside down hat sits patiently on the pavement before him as he tunes his guitar. It waits to receive the day's wage, collecting spare change from passersby who barely hear a single note he plays. They drop coins out of habit, not because they appreciate what he does.
And he tells himself, over and over again, that he doesn't mind.