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124 pages, Paperback
First published March 15, 2014
part one
flight
disember
He was too short to be the airplane he’d seen on TV that morning.
Wind smoothed his hair back, whipped against his clothes and
tamed the grass. Tall green-brown fibers scratched at his shoul-
ders, distancing him from the city, hiding him from the roads and
highways. No one would notice him here behind the forest. When
he tilted upward onto his toes, the wind broke into his ears, eyes,
nostrils. New noise on intangible levels.
A sudden silence left him alone in the field again. He dropped
back to his heels—and stopped just before the ratty rubber soles
of neglected tennis shoes hit ground. Something arrested his at-
tention; a quiet, unobstructive tha-dump. Not to the wind or the
trees but a soft muted thump somewhere beside him. His throat
swelled in an uproar as the fatty flesh twitched with raw vigor.
The pain ripped a cry from his throat. His hands went around his
neck to catch the dirges as they passed.
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