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One September Morning

Brian G. Ross

    I am a hundred and ten floors up in the North. The fireball is a few stories down.
    Somewhere below that, in amongst all the dust and the debris, my son is doing his best to rescue the ones he can, as well as the ones he cannot.
    I smile. My boy, always trying to save the world. I wonder if this time he is too late.
    My husband Guillermo works on the hundred and twelfth in the South. Sometimes we stand by the window and smile at each other—me looking up, him looking down—but this morning we are pressed against the glass like limpets, screaming “I love you” at each other through the strengthened glaze, crying tears of regret and last moments.
    I have my cell phone and he has his, but he is losing his signal and I am losing my voice.
    Losing everything.
    I watch in horror as Guillermo goes from up here to down there in a slow-motion heartbeat. My wet gaze follows him as the South Tower crumbles into a dust mushroom in the heart of the city, and my world gets a little smaller.
    I look across as the flames start to lick the walls out in the stairwell.
    My cell phone shrieks static.
    Soon it will be my turn.

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