9/11 Short Stories

I feel my head slowly falling as I drift farther into a calm, tranquil space in my mind. “Officer 847 report to 123 6th St. Melbourne, FL 32904 immediately!’ My body jerks up into an uncontrollable spasm, my walkie-talkie interrupting my blissful slumber. “I’m already on my way.” I dash to my car. Even after 16 years of working as a police officer I still felt the rush of excitement and desire to help every single time. I’m at the house in minutes. I then notice that this is the house of one of my close friends. I sprint to the door and knock three consecutive times along with the two other officers who don’t seem nearly as concerned. “The report stated that neighbors heard a shriek from this house” “Probably some house party” The

Abraham. Abraham Chedomir. I had known this boy since the day he was born. “Good evening officers. Oh, and hello Jackie! How may I help you?” I am flooded with relief to witness his relaxed attitude. “It’s good to see you, Abraham. We were informed by a neighbor that there was a shriek coming from this house. Is everything okay?” “Oh yes! Everything is just fine. My father is out in the country, and as you know I frequently get night terrors, and tonight was particularly anxiety filled. I will surely go and apologize to my poor neighbors.” I, in fact, did not remember him mentioning that to me, but I’m sure this meant nothing. Abraham was a respectable young man. “Alright. If you don’t mind, we are required by law to come in and inspect. Is that alright with you, Abraham?” “Surly! I haven’t had company in too long. Feel free to check wherever you like.” We have led all throughout the enormous house. Nothing seemed suspicious at all, in fact, Abraham seemed content, cheerful even. Once in the final room in need of inspection, which happened to be my good friend Harland Chedomir’s room we decided to sit down and chat for a while. “I heard it’s supposed to get up to 90 next