[Fiction] Two boys make friends in rural Florida:
“I don’t remember everything about meeting Maurice … probably we simply faced one another in the middle of the white coral road, hesitating to speak, staring at each other. We were the only boys for miles around. I remember wondering how he could walk on the hot, sharp coral without shoes.
“‘Don’t your feet hurt?’
“He shakes his head.
“‘Do you live around here?’
“‘Back there. Around the corner.’
“‘Hey, that’s great. I live in the new house by the woods.’”
