Thursday, September 11, 2008

100 Words - 50

“The World Trade center has been hit by an airplane…” What? Where were the morning talkers duking it out? Pulled into parking lot, got the keys to unlock the store. Put on jazz station we always play; no jazz. News, talking, what the hell is going on? Business next door, her rock station was talking too? TV on in office, OMG. My mother called from Upstate crying, she was okay, but was I? Husband arrived from school, we locked store, stayed in front of TV for a week. No one will ever be the same…

--from Wishing 4 One

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