"My clothes were stiff with brine, my skin was caked with salt and dust, and then I pulled a dead fish out of my bra. And freaked out and flung the thing into the trash, where it lay, staring back at me out of one fishy eye. I stared back, having one of those moments. You know the ones—where you suddenly get confronted by something so bizarre that makes you reexamine what you’re doing with your life. I’d had a dead fish in my bra. I’d had a dead fish in my bra. It was only one of the small silver ones that had hitchhiked back from Amsterdam, little more than a sardine, but still. Other people had lipstick-smeared tissues in their trash. Or empty nail polish bottles. Or napkins with cute guys’ phone numbers scribbled on them. What did I have? A dead, possibly time-traveling fish. I threw a tissue over the tiny corpse and got in the shower." "Reap the Wind: A Cassie Palmer Novel" by Karen Chance