CORAL COVE, by B.A. PaulPeter Shirkey slid the paintbrush, heavy with school bus-yellow pigment, across the final board with one hand and wiped a bead of sweat forming at his shag of a surfer-blond mop. He stood back to admire his effort, his sandals scratching the rogue grains of pristine white sand against the concrete floor. He’d spent a couple of hours this afternoon constructing the mirror-image wooden barricades in the shelter of the one-car garage. The breezy mist threatened to dampen his project, but he managed to scoot the barricades toward the back of the garage. Near his collections.
He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this before.
The barricades.
How simple. How useful.
He paused the brush over a knot in the wood, a knot about the size of a silver dollar, letting the p
