9/11 Short Stories

The sun peeked over the nearby mountaintop as rays of sunshine, flickered through the window as Andrew Barnes drank his coffee while watching the morning news and glanced at the newspaper before going to work. Sitting up straight in his chair as the announcer got his attention, “Late yesterday afternoon, police found an elderly couple viciously murdered in their home on the corner of Oakdale Ave and Olive St. The neighbor who asked to remain anonymous reported, no one had been seen at the residence for several days, and as well there was a terrible odor coming from the house.” Arriving at the house, the officer found all the doors locked and checked several windows before he found one open. Entering the house he followed the stench and found the elderly couple lying on the floor in the living room. According to the neighbor, the couple’s sixteen-year-old grandson had lived with them for several years, but wasn’t at home when the officer arrived. “The same neighbor said for months they had heard constant

It will be my pleasure to take care of her. He thought, smiling and glanced over at a locked file.
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The next morning, Joshua drove his new black Lexus down his mother’s driveway, turned off the engine and noticed the rose bushes covered with red roses growing along the side of her house. He hurried across the lawn, jumped over the banisters onto the porch, and tried to open the door, but it was locked. After ringing the doorbell several times, he used the key on his key ring to unlock it and called his mother’s name as he entered the house. “Mom, hey Mom, it’s me. Are you ready to go? Come on, you don’t want to be late for your appointment.” “You know how crabby ole James gets when you are late. Please, come on. I don’t want him upset and yelling.” ‘Why make an appointment if you can’t be here on time?’ Mockingly, he