The one eyed hawker pulled his cart into the middle of the tourists, stopping them in their tracks.
‘Get you’re wishing hats here! Magical hats! Special discount for you, ma’am!’ he cried.
The tourists grumbled and waved the old man away. They weren’t interested, they sights to see.
‘Can I have one, please, mum? Dad?’ a young boy cried as he admired the hats.
‘Guess,’ his dad muttered, ‘replace the one you left at the cafe yesterday.’
The boy picked one out and the hawker placed it on the child’s head and whispered, ‘this is a wishing hat. Unlimited wishes for you, sonny.’
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/05/13/15-may-2020/ with thanks).
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