Woman in Airport
I noticed this woman in the Frankfurt airport. She was in her seventies with mussed gray hair. She was hot and tired and unhappy because we were being shuffled in and out of the lounge. Our passports and bodies had been examined at least twice. Apparently the staff in Frankfurt were unfamiliar with U.S. security regulations.
Her harsh Russian accented complaints and demands to her husband attracted everyone’s attention. She had been to Russia and that experience had exhausted her and probably brought back sad and frightening memories. Her round body with stumpy, swollen legs spread wide reminded me of a painting by Fernando Botero. When I got home, I put a new head on her body. I made her cute.