Rest

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. ...