“Florida was his destination. He didn't care about Miami, Disneyworld, the Keys. He was feeling primordial, reptilian in his rage. He was a wild car thief. He belonged in a swamp. He aimed himself at the Okefenokee like a pistol. Pogo territory. Spiders as big as your hand, cottonmouths, malaria. Crazy dark continent dreams, a vanishing act.” DangerDramaFloridaGeorgiaSwampsOkefenokee Book:Six Kinds of Sky: A Collection of Short Fiction Source: Six Kinds of Sky: A Collection of Short Fiction