In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The color had drained out of the ends of her fingers, painlessly and into some invisible, uncharted air of a prickling, noticeably draftier September morning—the sort of morning senses thrive in. As she stepped out of the passenger side of a squatty Volvo onto a crumbling sidewalk, a gust of scarf-weather wind stabbed at the patch of exposed skin just above her shirt collar. There was a rapid movement of her hand racing with her zipper up her torso and a slight wince embedded in the curve of her mouth. Then nothing stirred, save a fluctuation of air in her stomach."
"Thirty-Three Minutes in Sneakers,"
The Angle: Vol. 2005
, Article 9.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2005/iss1/9