Fabrizzio heaved the extra crate onto the roof and tied it down, next to his regular cargo of fresh seafood.
Tourists had already begun to emerge into the Venetian dawn, among the bustle of barges delivering and collecting goods along the canal.
He motored slowly along the narrow passages until he emerged into the lagoon. The sailboat was waiting as usual.
He maneuvered alongside and handed the crate to the waiting man. They nodded in acknowledgement, but neither said a word.
Fabrizzio turned and headed back. The money would appear in his bank account later that day.
No questions asked.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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