9/11 Short Stories

Lightning strikes and thunder rumbles in the distance. The icy cold rain pounds against the roof. Lizzy sighs, looking out the window from the couch. “Ah, this is sooo boring . We’ve been stuck in this house for weeks because of all this stupid rain.” A streak of white light shines in the distance with the rumble of thunder soon after. “Lizzy, it’s literally only been three days,” Ari, Lizzy’s only sibling, replies while mashing potatoes for dinner. “Shut up Ari, you’re such an idiot,” Lizzy declares, looking up from the couch with a glare. “Kids, kids. Calm down. I know it’s boring being stuck in the house, but there is no need to get hostile,” the children’s Dad, Martin, commands. He finishes making a caesar salad and places it into a salad bowl. He goes over to the radio by the fridge, and turns it up to hear the weather forecast.

She sits down at the breakfast bar .“I’m starving.” she says, pouting. “You literally just ate a bag of popcorn, how are you still hungry?” Ari argues.

“That was then, and this is now. And now I’m hungry.” Lizzy replies, twirling her curly black hair. “So when is dinner gonna be ready?”

“...while there is a chance of floods, it’s not certain”

“Now” Dad who was fixing diner tells them while taking the steaks out of the oven. He places the just finished steaks onto a platter. “As soon as you set the table,