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Catherine McNamaraASTRAGAL (short story)
The tail cocked upward then the blades levelled
and two long skis touched the snow and bore the
weight of the machine. The hatch swung open
and a man advanced in a crouch. The rescue men
in red jackets had appeared at the rim of trees
carrying a silver-wrapped package on a stretcher.
His heart was thrown about. Stefano careered out
onto the deck. Frieda followed with dizzy paces.
‘They radioed in,’ Stefano said to him. ‘Someone
just let them know at the hotel. She’s fallen quite
a way but they’ve found a pulse. It’s very weak.’