Ben Kinkirk got the call at 9:04 that there was a huge fire at the world trade center. When he and his buddies got in the truck they were expecting that someone had left a coffee maker on again, and a cubicle or two was on fire. Not this. Anything but this. Because what Ben saw that fateful day was much, much more extreme than a coffee maker.
Lucy Kinkirk had a big day ahead of her. The 38-year-old executive of Telecom New York-London-Paris had a big meeting today in which she would present a presentation. Lucy was nervous. Nervous about a regular old presentation, a regularity these days? No, this was no ordinary presentation. This was a presentation that could drastically change her life. This presentation could make her vice CEO of her not so humble corporation.
Ben stared at the sky above the building. Why? you may ask. A sky is a sky is a sky. Blue, with clouds, gray of course, this IS NYC. But today the sky was not blue. The sky was seemingly orange, the color of fire, draped with ash black wisps of smoke. Something was wrong with this picture laid out before him.
"Hey honey! Big day today, huh?" Officer Kevin Kinkirk asked his wife. "Yeah, wish me luck!" replied a hassled Lucy. "Good wuck" three year old Elijah called to his mother, causing her to smile. "Thanks babe!" Lucy said to her son as she headed out the door. "Wait Luce." Kevin called to his precious Lucy, "Where is your meeting again?" "World Trade Center" hollered she.
Okay, I know this was short, but I have the next 5 chapters written, so I may post them soon.... let me know what you think.