Table of Contents
A Day In the
One September Morning
Brian G. Ross
Reading Between the Lines
Snapshots of the Ordinary
The Train to Pennsylvania
735 Miles to Nootka Island
Nicholas D. Klacsanzky
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #125
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #127
Memo to Italy
Rain, Your Words, and the Agony...
The Unspoken Eloquence of the Sword
Three Shades of Grey
Eman Reharno Jeman
Graffiti, and Drawings
Madia Krisnadi Widodo
Media and Digital Art
Brian G. Ross
I am a hundred and ten floors up in the North. The fireball is a few stories down.
Somewhere below that, in amongst all the dust and the debris, my son is doing his best to rescue the ones he can, as well as the ones he cannot.
I smile. My boy, always trying to save the world. I wonder if this time he is too late.
My husband Guillermo works on the hundred and twelfth in the South. Sometimes we stand by the window and smile at each other—me looking up, him looking down—but this morning we are pressed against the glass like limpets, screaming “I love you” at each other through the strengthened glaze, crying tears of regret and last moments.
I have my cell phone and he has his, but he is losing his signal and I am losing my voice.
I watch in horror as Guillermo goes from up here to down there in a slow-motion heartbeat. My wet gaze follows him as the South Tower crumbles into a dust mushroom in the heart of the city, and my world gets a little smaller.
I look across as the flames start to lick the walls out in the stairwell.
My cell phone shrieks static.
Soon it will be my turn.
BRIAN G. ROSS is twenty-nine and lives in Scotland. He has almost forty publications to his name, from
humor (Defenestration) to horror (Thirteen), and mystery
(Futures Mystery Anthology Magazine) to mainstream (Southern Ocean
Review). He also appears in the anthology, Read By Dawn, alongside horror luminary Ramsey Campbell. He is married, both to his wife and his words.