David Cameron Writes

  On September 11, 2001, members of the terrorist group al-Qaeda, crashed airplanes into the towers of the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and a field in Pennsylvania, the third one heroically diverted by passengers. Twenty-two years later, I think of the families who were affected by this tragedy and know they still grieve. In no way do I mean to infer they should be over their grief, but I do wish for them rest. This short fiction was written in response to a prompt inviting me to use " As soon as Harriet entered the building, she headed to the seventh floor" as the opening sentence.                                                                                                       Rest As soon as Harriet entered the building, she headed to the seventh floor; the number seven corresponding to the seven bells and seven birds and seven brass horns that had summoned her to come. Harriet, or Hare, or Hettie as Mama Pat called her, was sure the summons to appear was the begi

  In late August, 2023, a white racist male murdered three black citizens at a Dollar General store in Jacksonville, FL. The shooting claimed the lives of Angela Michelle Carr, 52, Anolt Joseph “AJ” Laguerre Jr., 19, and Jerrald Gallion, 29. CNN: The first 911 call went out at 1:09 p.m., seconds before the third victim, Gallion, walked into the store with his girlfriend.    Last Words Imagine the curtain is falling on your last day and you are down to the closing second of your life.   Imagine your last breath, the final pulsing zing firing the neural pathways of your desire and longing.   Imagine your last impression, the ultimate glance, the concluding image projected on your optic screen.   What words would you crave? What would be the crowning sounds you long to hear as ending comes?   A distinctly articulated declaration of love?   A soft, gentle whisper of peace and farewell?   A brave assurance your family will persevere?   A promise of eter