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[2.12.06] [Utahna Faith]
FLASH FICTION BY LEN JOY: ROCKY POINT CRABS - 1978
He reaches around the bottle of tequila on the nightstand and grabs his billfold. "Here," he says giving her four five hundred peso notes. "Tell the medico to take care of your problem."
Rocky Point Crabs - 1978
There was one thing she hadn't told him, she says, as she stands at the open doors looking out at the sea.
He shudders as a crab scuttles across the red tile floor. The whir of the overhead fan blends with the sounds of the evening surf rolling down the beach. "Come back to bed mi chica bonita, you're blocking the breeze."
She stretches, her narrow back glistening in the moonlight. She skips over and curls up next to him, her head cradled in his arm. His finger traces a triangle on her breast, connecting three small freckles. Her youth saddens him.
"Una cosa?" he asks.
"Ah, muchas cosas Jefe, but this es muy importante." She holds his hand to her breast and nuzzles his neck.
"Es tarde ahora. Mañana?"
"I went to the clinic today."
He exhales slowly. His body deflates like a tired balloon. This girl, he will miss.
He reaches around the bottle of tequila on the nightstand and grabs his billfold. "Here," he says giving her four five hundred peso notes. "Tell the medico to take care of your problem."
"But Jefe, the doctor said..."
"I know what the doctor said." He takes the bills from her and puts them in the pocket of her apron hanging from the bedpost. "Those Catholic doctors always say that. Two thousand pesos will change his mind." He pushes her down and buries his face in the soft tangle of her pubic hair, his tongue probing her.
"Ah Jefe," she murmurs, "you really do love me."
He shivers. The scuttling sound is closer now.
 ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Len Joy lives in Evanston, Illinois with his wife and three children. For fifteen years Joy owned and operated an automobile engine remanufacturing company in Phoenix. In the last year his work has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, Antithesis Common and HappyNews.com. In November, Joy took third prize in the Canadian Writers' Collective Short Story Contest.
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