She had a picture that hung from a yellow ribbon, full of lobsters with gold crowns, with men’s faces, and all the grass around the lobsters, who were coming out of a well, was brown, and the sea in the background and the sky up above were the color of cow’s blood and the lobsters wore armor and were killing each other with blows from their tails. It was raining outside.

— The Time of the Doves, Merce Rodoreda