Under baby blue skies, Tubby's eyes roamed over a harbor full of brightly colored sailboats, looking for imperfections. There weren't any. The sea on the horizon was flat, and the little specks of pleasure boats out beyond the pass powered across water smooth as silk under clouds like cotton balls. The harbor was framed by colorful minarets, tall condo towers, air-conditioned castles stacked high with balconies overlooking all the splendid water. Just like the balcony on which he sat, in a burnished aluminum chair tightly covered in bright yellow fabric. He was sipping a Beefeater on ice. It was nice.
- From Night Watchman by Tony Dunbar