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Genre: Hysterical Friction
Word Count: 100
CRY OR LAUGH?
Despite prognosticators’ predictions for probable precipitation, we preferred not to pass up a potentially profitable fair.
Although overcast, no rain befell us Saturday morning. Excited energy prevailed over the park full of local artists whose crafts ranged from jewelry and ceramics to paintings and photography.
Patrons crowded my tent.
“Magnificent watercolor technique.”
Sprinkles gave way to downpour. The crowds dispersed.
We did our best to shield my vulnerable artwork.
Sales from a few bedraggled diehards kept the day from being a total bust.
I shrugged and grinned at my damp-around-the-edges husband. “Not exactly our finest hour, is it?”
The rain was quite heavy at times. The tent next to ours collapsed on the artists and their ceramics. The park was a virtual swamp. Although some came back for day 2 on Sunday, many of us did not. Below are a few pictures of the ill-fated event.