Thursday, September 11, 2008

100 Words - 33

The most striking thing that day, and the days that followed, was the silence. No planes overhead, except for the occasional fighter jet. Almost no traffic. Everyone I saw moved in a kind of hushed shock. Stores were closed. ...The worst actually came days later, when it seemed every spare surface across the city was blanketed with "MISSING" flyers, smiling faces captured in happier moments--and knowing that behind each one was at least one broken heart. By then, the burning smell was everywhere.

(originally posted 9/11/06)

--from City Girl Tales


Anonymous said...

I'd forgotten about the silence. We talked about it, too. It surprised me how the sound of airplanes had become so much a part of the background noise and how obvious it was when they were gone.

Journeywoman said...

I wonder if I'll ever see a low-flying plane and not think...oh no again.