FOTD, Poached Pear 13: Voices
Title: Voices
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: FOTD (elegiac: expressing sorrow), poached pear 13 (stars & stripes), malt (summer challenge: 424: once we were kings), cherry (first person, prose-poem, choral storytelling), fresh strawberries (New York City panorama), fresh blueberries (On that day, no matter where we came from, what God we prayed to, or what race or ethnicity we were, we were united as one American family.).
Word Count: 269
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: I was there.
Notes: I think I needed to write this, for myself if nothing else. Deals with September 11th.
I was there.
I was at school.
I had an early class.
I was at work.
I was at home.
I was asleep. I didn't have to be up until ten.
I was at the babysitter's.
It was a Tuesday.
Tuesdays are pretty normal.
Tuesdays are boring.
That Tuesday wasn't.
I heard the crash.
They pulled us out of class.
My roommate woke me up.
They didn't tell us anything.
My mom came to get me.
We huddled together in the gym.
They turned on a television and we just watched.
I remember the pictures.
None of the words made sense.
The pictures, over and over, always the pictures.
We held hands.
I heard the roar of the towers going down.
There's nothing like that sound in the world.
I walked home.
I got my kids and I got them home.
I had to stay with the children.
My friend drove me home.
I cried myself to sleep.
I couldn't sleep.
I left the lights on.
We just held each other, all night.
I held on.
I couldn't do anything else.
I was so scared.
I didn't understand anything.
I couldn't think.
It was like my voice was gone.
I wanted it all to be a dream.
I still can't think about it.
My throat closes up.
I was so helpless.
I'm still so helpless.
I'm still so scared.
I knew a girl who died.
I knew a man.
I had a friend.
She was nineteen.
He was just doing his job.
I miss her so much, every day.
How do people hate so much?
I was there.
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: FOTD (elegiac: expressing sorrow), poached pear 13 (stars & stripes), malt (summer challenge: 424: once we were kings), cherry (first person, prose-poem, choral storytelling), fresh strawberries (New York City panorama), fresh blueberries (On that day, no matter where we came from, what God we prayed to, or what race or ethnicity we were, we were united as one American family.).
Word Count: 269
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: I was there.
Notes: I think I needed to write this, for myself if nothing else. Deals with September 11th.
I was there.
I was at school.
I had an early class.
I was at work.
I was at home.
I was asleep. I didn't have to be up until ten.
I was at the babysitter's.
It was a Tuesday.
Tuesdays are pretty normal.
Tuesdays are boring.
That Tuesday wasn't.
I heard the crash.
They pulled us out of class.
My roommate woke me up.
They didn't tell us anything.
My mom came to get me.
We huddled together in the gym.
They turned on a television and we just watched.
I remember the pictures.
None of the words made sense.
The pictures, over and over, always the pictures.
We held hands.
I heard the roar of the towers going down.
There's nothing like that sound in the world.
I walked home.
I got my kids and I got them home.
I had to stay with the children.
My friend drove me home.
I cried myself to sleep.
I couldn't sleep.
I left the lights on.
We just held each other, all night.
I held on.
I couldn't do anything else.
I was so scared.
I didn't understand anything.
I couldn't think.
It was like my voice was gone.
I wanted it all to be a dream.
I still can't think about it.
My throat closes up.
I was so helpless.
I'm still so helpless.
I'm still so scared.
I knew a girl who died.
I knew a man.
I had a friend.
She was nineteen.
He was just doing his job.
I miss her so much, every day.
How do people hate so much?
I was there.