Thursday, September 11, 2008

100 Words - 22

Went to work. Just another day in Boston. Then we heard the news. Planes down, the Trade Center attacked. They’d left from Logan. Everything was being shut down. The internet was so slow, we were getting updates over the phone from someone’s mother in Florida. I went and bought a tiny b/w television. Panicked. Was anyone in our family traveling today? Couldn’t take it anymore. Told my staff to do what they needed…stay, go home, just be safe. Went home and tried not to watch the news, tried to make phone calls. Failed at both. Just sat, holding the cat.

--from Our Own Creation

1 comment:

Delenn said...

I sometimes have this weird sense of guilt that the planes came from Boston.