9/11 Short Stories

I quickly run to her and put my hand on her back. I look her in the eyes. There blankly starring ahead at something. Searching the air in front of us, as if there was a picture there. People around us start to stare, luckily her hoodie is somehow still up.

I slept considerably late last night despite knowing that I'll have to turn up early the next day for my first day back at the bakery. I had it all planned out: wake up at 9, eat breakfast that consist of a cup of coffee and an omelette that I’ll figure out how to make, eventually, and be out the door by 11, having just enough time to catch the bus and arriving half past eleven even though my usual shift begins at noon.

Is that not enough reason to push her away. For all I knew, she could be trying to kill me.

A humorless silence descended as, eyebrow tilted, he transfixed Boss with an icy dagger. A soft Director-like cough skidded past Boss's sudden blank, frozen stare. Some claim the man has reached his peter-pinnacle. As an Analyst, he had been capable, well-liked, and respected. Since promotion, his currency is on the wane. An office pool takes bets on the date he will open his golden parachute.

With erratic breaths, I muster the courage and silently point towards the girl I have fallen in love

I don’t remember precisely what she said back but it was probably along the lines of “hello” or “hi.”

“Um, right, my name is Alina,” I said shakily. I took a deep breath and looked into my lap, a bit intimidated.

WHAT DO I DO? I should have shut her forever by now. But it’s like I have been possessed. Why the hell am I shaking? This overwhelming feeling, I can’t take it

“Don’t you see?!” She replied almost screaming. I could only manage to shake my head, and she did the same.

She makes a bleating noise, “I’m sorry, sometimes words fly out of my mouth like wart frogs”.

The girl tucks her lip between her teeth in an effort to not start crying again. The feeling is extremely mutual. It’s so nice to meet this woman, but she feels like echoing the phrase won’t capture the true emotions bursting through her skin. She can’t bring herself to say anything, because anything she would say wouldn’t be enough.

“Hey, Kensie!” I say. I hope she can’t tell something is wrong by my voice.

I open the door and she just pops up in front of me. She spoke in a childish voice to just like me.

She gives me a hug then I finally get my sprite after being partched waiting for her to understand what I was trying to say.

The alleyway was desolate with no noises to be heard aside from the clinking of my heels against the concrete road. The street lights were all dead except one lamp that had a dim flickering light. There was a shadow cast near the edge of the alleyway that was inching closer until it were visible. A stranger stood underneath the dim spotlight that displayed their tattered jeans and an oversize sweatshirt that had a sports logo plastered on the front of it. That's all I could study off them before they suddenly charged towards me. As a reflex I flinched, but I stood in the same exact spot that I had been as I watched them. They were now right in front of me with their feet directly in front of mine with their head down. I could feel