Ghost crab
More ghost crabs appeared up the beach at various distances like on a chart, but I’d seen enough. When I stumbled home at dawn, her drawers were empty. I assumed she’d let me get away with one slip up, but that wasn’t the way she was constructed. Then what started as one martini at the Bombay Club became no telling how many and I was in the bowl of the French Quarter trying to claw my way out with the rest of the rats. I believed she might have been it for me. She filled one with fuzzy handcuffs and lingerie and whips a wild child. We got so close she took over two drawers in the dresser for when she decided to sleep over. She shared some tough stories from the past. I spotted a big crab, shined the light straight down and it froze, blinded.Īsh really got the train rolling when I lived in New Orleans. Bella had drawn a map of all the places she wanted to visit on a cross-country road trip before we met. Might has well have claimed she was running off with an astronaut. Connie moved to Jacksonville because she thought that’s where the shuttles launched. Two tiny ghost crabs scampered toward the surf.Ĭonnie and Bella were short-lived. Our months-long back and forth whirled around another fella she’d been hung up on and occasionally went to when she got drunk or mad at me. Rae was only the most recent entry on a long list of women things hadn’t worked out with. When the water receded, the ghost crabs skittered on the in-between appearing to float. The tide was coming in and the waves nearly reached the dunes. I walked down to the shore and flipped on my little keychain flashlight and shined it at the sand. “I best get back in and make sure these heathens don’t tear down the house.” I know you probably considered staying home.” “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he slapped my back. “Your kids will be chasing them before long.”
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“Remember when we used to chase ghost crabs out here as kids?” I said. “You and Rae still aren’t talking, huh?” He continued. He’d taken off the tux jacket and lost the tie. I heard people splashing in the pool and a couple’s giggling grow fainter in the darkness as they snuck away down the beach. The sound of shouting and music from the rented house was dulled by the wind. I lit a Spirit and listened to the waves.
#Ghost crab full
The full moon pooled soft light over the ocean that trailed a narrowing path back to the breakers. I left the reception afterparty and wandered out to the beach for a smoke.