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A New York Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow...A 9/11 story 1970 He sat next to me in Junior school when I was just a little girl. Always so sweet to me I really liked him… well …. no much more than that. 1974 At middle school he carried my books home from school. we became best friend's. 1979 At high school I gave him my pin he gave me his friendship ring. he was my date for the prom. 1983 we both went away to college together. I was lonely and slipped into his bed he held me safe. we broke the chains of friendship. And he became my lover. my one and only lover. 1988 We married young. Our parents were not surprised. They were expecting it. 1994 we have three kids now two girls and a boy. Our son looks just like him. when we first met so long ago. September 10 2001 He came home from work just like any other day. Put burgers on the barbeque. We got the kids to bed had a glass of wine. And went to bed at Ten. He wanted me but I was exhausted the kids had been terrors all day. September 11 2001 he left early for work with a cheek kiss and a see you later Honey. The kids went to school I poured a coffee the phone rang it was my best friend. Have you seen the news she said.? I put on the TV. the towers fell to ashes as did my life at that moment. No tears came All I could think was I wish I had made love to him last night. September 11 2015 The kids are all grown now. he would be so proud of them. Our son looks just like him. We all stand at ground zero and say a prayer. I whisper it was you honey always you. He answered me. At that moment a huge arc of a rainbow circled the sky over NewYork. And I know for sure. It was for me. authors note Small story from the dust of a larger one.

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