On a day like any other the streets of New York filled with the scuttling people off to work. You couldn't help but to think what a wonderful day it was going to be. But we were soon to find out how wrong we could be. I had planned meeting with my friend at the North Tower of the World Trade Center for the day since we both didn't have any other work priorities first. We had planned to stay there on the 34th floor all day. I loved being at the World Trade Center it was just so breathtakingly beautiful inside and out.
It was now 9:09, when my cell phone went off into the crazy ringtone only my best friend would pick. She had called to tell me that we should meet at Starbucks instead because she ran out of coffee. I turned and walked down to the street where the Starbucks is. Sharon and I went into the crowded store.
By the time that we actually got back to the World Trade Center buildings it was 9:55, walking up the street to the I was momentarily distracted by a small plane that was flying nearly overhead. It was quite low, too low. I asked Sharon if she thought that that was quite low, she agreed with me. We keep talking about the plane, until I looked up and saw something that I could never forget. That same small plane that I was just talking about had crashed right into the side of the South Tower. Plumes of smog and smoke exploded out of each side of the building. Could this be a tragic accident? I saw objects of color falling from the buildings but it was all to soon to realize that these objects weren't objects they were bodies.
This is a good start; you've set up a near-miss with your characters. Some of your phrases are perfectly written: "plumes of smog and smoke" stands out the most. Your final line is chilling.
ReplyDeleteI would suggest doing some research to get the small details down: the times, the noise, the beautiful weather from that morning. That day began with such promise...