Author's Notes: Okay, I was suddenly struck by the idea… fabulous or not I'm not sure. Sad, very sad, yes. Consider it my tribute to the survivors and the ones we lost in 9/11 and the following wars. Please review even if it's to flame that I got it all wrong. I live about 1,000 miles away and everything I experienced as an American was threw the TV. and threw a group of friends I have who live in the East Village who said they could see everything that happened. I hope you like it. I hope you feel I'm being true to the events.
Roger Davis had been sitting on his couch laughing at Maureen Johnson and Thomas Collins when the windows shattered and the building rattled. Roger's coffee had dropped in his lap. He screamed out as he looked at Collins and Maureen.
"What the fuck was that?" roger said standing to wipe the coffee off his lap. "Holy shit." Collins said looking out the window. Collins climbed out the window to the fire escape looking towards the Manhattan skyline. Roger followed with Maureen behind him. "Roger where is Mark shooting today?" Collins asked.
Mark Cohen, Roger's roommate and best friend, was a camera man for the sleazy show Buzzline. Mark hated the job but it did make things easier for him and Roger. Roger replayed Mark and his conversation this morning, Mark had made mention of where he would be most of the day. Something about crooked security men frisking women to cop a feel. It was then it clicked in Roger's head.
Mark's named ripped from Roger's voice and both Collins and Maureen knew, their friend was at the World Trade Center. Collins stood numb, Roger and Maureen both screamed when the second plane hit the other tower.