Nick left the boat and walked briskly up and down the Fondamenta. He opened and closed his fists, he touched the tip of his shoes with his hands without bending his knees, he squatted and jumped in the air and squatted again, then looked around but he was still alone. He had somehow expected Cillian would return while he made those exercises, addressing him with some caustic comment. He walked again, up and down the Fondamenta, until he saw something that caught his attention. Cillian was sitting on the boat. How he got there he could not fathom.


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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