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Eleanor puts down her book and stretches. Through the window, a lozenge of sky hovers in bands of soft color: purple, orange, yellow, blue. Around her, monitors flicker and passengers doze. Strange to think you can cross the whole country in six hours. Which of her loved ones, far below, might look for the contrail streaming as the jet slips overhead? Surely not Alton, her middle son. His voice when she phoned was the bland voice of an acquaintance: polite, attentive, but not warm. What more could she have done? Let it go, she tells herself, just let him go.

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    D.M. over 9 years ago

    'Like what the title implies, that perhaps she is escaping the complexity of
    emotions. "Lozenge of sky"- wow!

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    Brandon Sutton over 9 years ago

    I'm partial towards stories that use color for significance anyway, but this is just plain and simple a beautiful, but bittersweet story.

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