Prosper sat on the pier, his legs dangling off the edge of the polished redwood. A cold breeze blew his brown hair back as he fiddled with his zipper. He shivered. After finally snapping the zipper back in place, he zipped his brown sweater up and leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the full moon.
A flicker of mystery was in the air, Prosper felt it. Fog escaped the boy's mouth as he let out a sigh, letting the sight of Venice at night seep through his body. As Prosper gazed at the city, his sharp eye caught something. A person. The only queer thing was, he-it-was standing on top of the theater that was actually running. Proper blinked, then squinted, looking again. The figure had a cape on-like Scipio-and when the figure turned it's head to the side, Prosper glimpsed a long stick-like thing on the figure's face.
Just like Scipio.
Maybe it was Scipio. At first, Prosper was convinced, but when a gust of wind came again, Prosper could make out long hair billowing behind the figure's head. Prospers mouth dropped open. Then the figure turned around and leaped off of the building.
Prosper shook his head in confusion as he stood up.
I didn't know Scipio had hair extensions!
Prosper turned away from the glimmering water of Venice, and ran back in the direction of The Stella, listening to the echoes of his feet pounding on the wood that was standing above the magical water.