My Son Gave My Gulf Shores Villa To His In Laws Until A Retired Judge’s Plan Stopped Them

for one thin silver line where the moon touched it.

They were asleep. I could hear Ray snoring through the bedroom window.

My bedroom window.

The gardenias were in full bloom along the back fence. Fat white flowers, and the smell of them at that hour will take the top of your head off.

I ran my hand along the seafoam wall of the back porch. Still my color.continue reading …