Okay, this is not my normal style at all, just a warning. So if you’re
expecting something lighthearted and witty, turn back NOW. If you really
don’t care, then go on. This is a VERY belated reaction to the September
11th attacks. I wrote it in December, and my sister found it, and has been
threatening to type it up and post it with her own AN if I don’t. *glare*
So, here it is. Enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer: In or out of my normal writing style, people seem to think this is one of my best works. MINE, not yours. I probably will publish it someday, so if you copy, I will be very angry.
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1 Two Minutes
In New York City, a father kisses his daughter on the forehead before driving to work. The five-year-old giggles delightedly and rushes off to breakfast.
A woman in Macon frowns at two packages of muffin mix. She rummages under the sink, produces a large mixing bowl, and begins her task.
Two hours.
A radio is flicked on in Seattle. The owner sings, driving to get herself a new dress for her seventeenth birthday party.
“I do,â€
Disclaimer: In or out of my normal writing style, people seem to think this is one of my best works. MINE, not yours. I probably will publish it someday, so if you copy, I will be very angry.
***
1 Two Minutes
In New York City, a father kisses his daughter on the forehead before driving to work. The five-year-old giggles delightedly and rushes off to breakfast.
A woman in Macon frowns at two packages of muffin mix. She rummages under the sink, produces a large mixing bowl, and begins her task.
Two hours.
A radio is flicked on in Seattle. The owner sings, driving to get herself a new dress for her seventeenth birthday party.
“I do,â€