Chatters on the Tide

by Robert Mitchell, Jr

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  Half asleep under a tree, Billy sensed a change in Gator and sat up. Gator was staring at something through the brush, so he crawled over and looked over the mute’s shoulder. Harold was wandering down the road toward town. Billy watched until he was sure Harold was out of earshot, then got out his cell.

  “It’s me. He’s on the move, headed into town...naw, don’t know where he’s headed to. Bonnie’s maybe? I’ll let you know. Call you shortly,” he said.