The
Blue Man
had to move. He knew that, but another part of him just wanted to stay. So what if this man knew where he was. So what if he was found. Maybe that would be better. He thought he had had a good run.
He ordered his usual. An
espresso
with a cornetto, filled with pistachio.
He just nodded at the barista when he came dropping it off at his usual table.
It was early morning, that was the only difference. He wasn't used to the pastry being hot. Usually came a few hours later, but he woke up early.
The night before he had left the blinds open so light had poured in convincing it was time to get up.
Today he wanted to take a boat. He always thought that was the best way to travel. It was old, sometimes they didn't even look at your tickets, he could move easily he thought.
Maybe he could cut a deal with this other guy.
He hadn't had any connective thoughts in awhile. So maybe the other guy had the same, and he couldn't really find him. Maybe he was going insane.
