A short story to be written in 50 words not one word less, not one word more!, for the Freewriters community to #zapfic50monday contest. Prompt: "modest"
On market days, the city's central square transformed. Farmers came with fruits and vegetables, which they sold from modest stalls. On that day, the aroma of soup wafted from the pots. Their products were the freshest and best, the secret to the tasty soup that was famous in the territory.
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