Nick the boatman drifted to sleep. He was awaken by the noise of other boats approaching the fondamenta. He straightened up, looked towards the opening at the end of the Calle of the Ovens, where Cillian has disappeared, then lowered his hat over his eyes. He woke again, for no reason in particular, at the scream of a seagull, hours later.


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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