City Island

City Island Johnny's versus Tony's. Both hug the end of the Island. We go to Johnny's. We eat our fried sole, some of the fries, most of the coleslaw. Then we take the leftover french fries and put them on the ground. That's all. Within three seconds they're gone. The gulls strut about, their gullets full. They stay near the spot in case the miracle repeats. We watch them for a few, then head out. The Sound flows in us, unseen, for the rest of the day.