by Dan Morey
Mother and I deplaned at Boston Logan and entered a terminal that had recently been imploded. The walls were covered with loose sheets of corrugated metal, and the carpeting was ripped up, exposing a…
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Afterimage
by KT Thompson
When the airplane crashed in the meadow, I was on a walk to look for birds. My torso a crosshatch of straps: binoculars, camera, sling with water and treats for my dog, the leash.…
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Points of departure
by Susan Hodara
For the last four hours of our flight from Nice to New York, the man’s body lay across the middle seats of the row behind us. The flight attendants had draped red airline blankets…
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