Cid chiselled a sliver from the slab he was working on, sat up straight and wiped sweat from his brow as he studied the lines and reached for his measuring tape. He looked up as he heard the clip-clop of high heels on the smooth surface of the marble he’d already laid, briefly appreciated the supple curves of stockinged legs approaching before glancing back down again.
“How’s it going?” asked Marsha, setting her hands on her hips.
“Nearly done, just got this slab to finish before it gets laid.”
Marsha looked up at the sun, shaded her eyes with her hand.
“Just in time.”
“You think it’ll hold?”
Marsha lowered her hand and looked at him.
“It had better do. The other parts of the circle completed?”
“Yup; this’s the last section. “ Cid laughed half-heartedly. “And everybody’ll think it’s just an art installation…”
Marsha smiled wryly.
“Better that way.”