Re: Farmers Market (open to anyone who wants to say hello to Carrick!)
The sun had only just set, and there was still a violet light in the sky. Carrick sat on a bench in the shadow of a large tree, with the collar of his leather jacket turned up and a pair of dark glasses shielding his eyes.
In his hand was a ripe red pomegranate from one of the stalls. He produced a small pocket knife and cut out a small section, freeing a single seed. He chewed it meditatively. To anyone else the fruit would have been bursting with a tart and juicy sweetness, but for him it might as well have held no aroma or flavour for all the enjoyment it gave him. Never theless he took out another seed on the point of his knife and consumed it slowly.