Calving Signs – part 1
Terri watched the cows. During her final descent the black and brown specks of distant cows grew into gross mooing things. Terri watched the big, dumb animals amble around, chewing on grass. She thudded her head against the plastic windowpane. There were no bovines back at College. It was dead center in urban blight. She had picked it partly for that reason. And now she was going back… to cows. * * * Her Mom didn’t meet her at the gate. Terri collected three heavy bags and walked out of the terminal. At the taxi stand she picked a large yellow van, the driver congealed in the seat. When he hauled himself up to get her bags the chair rippled and bubbled behind him. In a battered College t-shirt and grey cotton pants she looked …