If only Wiktor had taken the car.

He died four nights a week and twice on Saturdays at a theater in the French Quarter.

We swim and we swim and we swim. We swarm like underwater bees, and fish quiver as we pass. The taste of saltwater in our mouths, red with the blood of what we eat.

Hermit crabs are a big seller at Buccaneer’s Bounty, one of those trashy beach souvenir shops with sloping, creaky floors, stale air, and paint colors off the grid of normal.

It’s a ficus, I tell him like I told him last week and last month.

Waverley's ghost is not wicked.

Opening quotation marks, for example, fall below the line of text.

Baldonado won the mayoral election of 1968 in a landslide of 521,101 votes to 46,799 votes.

Let us call him Denby.

I was never one for the trappings of shipwrecks.