GULFVIEW

Roland looked at Paul entertaining two older women at the party. “So he asked me if I’ve been down to the beach lately,” Paul said, “I’ve been doing a little beach combing. Gotta be combing something.” Paul paused for dramatic effect then rubbed his bald head, rolled his eyes and let out a belly laugh. His entourage cackled out loud over their strawberry margaritas.

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Francis Pavy
MOTH PRAYERS

Their house was a gray-green shotgun on brick piers with a poured concrete stoop. Momma was working late, but he could smell something good. Grams must have cooked. He could hear through the screen window her loudly saying her evening rosary in the living room. Softly he parked his bike out back by the kitchen. The kitchen screen door was covered with little white moths drawn to the light. He quietly opened the door. Moths flew in, circling the overhead light.

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Francis Pavy