{"id":50,"date":"2009-04-11T21:10:00","date_gmt":"2009-04-12T04:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/?p=50"},"modified":"2009-06-03T09:35:44","modified_gmt":"2009-06-03T16:35:44","slug":"killing-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/?p=50","title":{"rendered":"Killing Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>By Barbara Sweeney<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It was the time before euros.\u00a0 It was the time before color bled from Livy\u2019s life like a fading foreign currency. The stone bench felt smooth to her touch. In the small park not far from Heinrichsgasse, she sat and wondered how long it would take for Frau Solderer to make up her room.\u00a0 She was dying for a nap.<br \/>\nThe flight had been long, fourteen uneventful hours, changing planes in Frankfurt.\u00a0 Now comfortably wrapped in her cashmere coat on a stone bench in Vienna, Livy looked forward to three days on her own.\u00a0 No friends, no family, no traveling companions.\u00a0 Just three days to do as she pleased in a city that kept drawing her back.<br \/>\nThe day began to darken, and children playing around her in the park threw leaves at each other.\u00a0 Their mothers called to give them cups of hot cider from thermoses they\u2019d carried in rucksacks.\u00a0 In the November twilight, Livy saw that the mothers were friends.\u00a0 She saw that they would stay late in the park, postponing the children\u2019s dinners in order to keep company with each other.\u00a0 She wondered about their marriages, if they just could not bear to go home&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Receive the full text fill out the form below&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><!--cforms name=\"CONTACT BARBARA SWEENEY\"--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Barbara Sweeney It was the time before euros.\u00a0 It was the time before color bled from Livy\u2019s life like a fading foreign currency. The stone bench felt smooth to her touch. In the small park not far from Heinrichsgasse, she sat and wondered how long it would take for Frau Solderer to make up [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[35,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-50","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-killing-time","category-short-stories-prose"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=50"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":143,"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50\/revisions\/143"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=50"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=50"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/basweeney.com\/writings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=50"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}