Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

Catherine McNamara ASTRAGAL (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.’

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