i had other names for him besides hector.
a woman on the beach heard me call him bubbles once.
then mr sausage. she stopped to pat him, ‘so his name’s
bubbles?’ she asked. no i said. awkwardly. it’s hector. ...
I would later learn that the ship had only been here a month and change, that it was a recent addition to these bouldered shores I keep returning to, year in and year out, ...
Sheri tells me there are bats in her closet. “They’re diving and circling around and diving again.” Sheri is four and, as far as I know, has never seen a bat.
From "The Augury of Bats," by Kiran Kaur Saini.