Saturday's Storyteller: Bunny
Bunny by Belinda Roddie We met at one of the worst times of my life. I had survived a tornado, but my wife had not. I had been pulled out of the rubble, semi-conscious, by a National Guard airwoman, her face sweaty and somber above her camo uniform. She had had to hear me scream, had to try to wipe the blood from the cuts in my forehead and face while holding my shaking body and listening to me sob. My wife was one of only a few casualties. Fate had not been on her side. And I was certain that I could have saved her if I had only been downstairs instead of upstairs. With the destruction of my apartment, I spent a good three days in a shelter set up by the National Guard, being tended to by the same airwoman who had rescued me. For a while, I was bitter with her, no matter how kind she was to me as she tended to my injuries and provided me food and water. Her set jawline, stripped of a smile, showed me that she had to remain professional, and I knew that chewing her out for doing