02.28

 

Julia opened her eyes. A kid was standing in the corner of the room, shirtless, his dark hair ruffled, his nose scorched. Julia looked at him and said nothing. The left the room abruptly. A thin, athletic woman entered.

How are you?

Where am I?

I fished you in the canal where I grow clams. You are in my bed. I slept on the sofa last night.

Julia raised on the bed. The porthole was partly under water. The room was under water.

You are in my houseboat, my name is Kyoko. This is my kid, Kuniaki, she said, pointing towards the quiet boy.

Now that you are better, where can I take you?

 

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About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae

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