Silver Creek through the streets and column cracks

title from "Venezia," by CK Baker

Ellis stared blankly at the roiling silver water as the drizzle slowly soaked into his fur. It was summer, though it did not feel like it today. He watched the fish squirm through the water, vaguely aware that he was hungry but not in the mood to exert much energy. He was far, very far, from anyone and anything he had ever known in his short life. There were much more important things to think about than food…

… like what he was going to now.