Trudy Swenson
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Casualties
Miranda fixed her eyes on the sky. The soldiers lowered the flag-draped casket on the jet’s platform elevator. It made a sudden jolt downward then smoothed out into a steady, humming descent. The Marines in short-collared uniforms moved as automatons--straight-backed, eyes at attention. She unraveled a handkerchief from her fist and reached under the wraparound sunglasses to pat the tenderness under her eyes. She noticed small things: the whiteness of the honor guard’s gloves, the thick smell of jet fuel, the curling edges of paperwork clamped to a clipboard, the distant scream of a widebody’s engines taxiing for takeoff. She looked at the sky again, searching for something to focus on. She hugged herself. Her leather jacket felt icy under her fingertips, bloodless.
By Trudy Swenson2 years ago in Families
How to Move to France With Your Cat
We have a cat, an old cat. He came into my life in the arms of my son. On a visit home from grad school, Josh brought a tiny kitten, a self-possessed furball with a stubby tail. We worried about his survival, being so small, and we hustled him off to the vet to get all the necessary vaccinations and preventatives. Josh named him Willow after the central character in the movie of the same name. He was a little guy with spunk. The two of them returned to Josh’s school where Willow enjoyed his kittenhood in an old brownstone row house with a group of graduate math students.
By Trudy Swenson2 years ago in Petlife
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