like living in a movie…

boat · 3

Manhattan gleamed through the ferry windows. He liked the sounds of casting off and the slapping of the waves on the hull. Sometimes he went to the front of the boat to feel the wind and watch Staten Island approaching.

“Yo, how’s it going? Is this cool or what?” It was C, one of the guys he worked with.

“It’s great.”

They stood at the railing.

“That band you did the display for will be playing on the main deck soon.”

They discussed which of their friends they’d seen. There were many people on board, and they were sure others had said they were coming that neither had run into yet.

Live music drifted out past them and over the dark waves as the city slid by in the distance.

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