The Unfortunate Dwight Collins. 1

Dwight Collins found himself in a very precarious situation. In his dress suit he loosened his neck tie thinking it would help him breathe. But it does not. At the window of a 46 floor sky scraper he watched the people on the ground move around crowded Chicago. He missed his old rural life working with his hands. But now he was in advertising and with his job he must come up with new images that wow the target demographic. Get them out to buy that product, service, or event.

He paced outside a corner office waiting because he was told to wait. Another reason he missed the manual labor world. It was accepted to give a piece of your mind if common sense was present. His head felt dizzy, like he had too much caffeine. He sat at the bench which looked out the wall size window. He looked at the ground enough and put his gazed to the summer mid-morning skyline. He noticed a black dot in the horizon. One of his quirks as a kid was following jets across the sky. So he waited for the coming jet when he heard, “God damn it, what do you mean he meant that, everyone else thinks it’s a dirty subliminal message!” a annoyed man roared behind the door.

Dwight knows what is coming next and really he should just get up and look for another job. But as he turns his attention to the outside again, his life changed dramatically. That black dot was moving quicker, more of a shape now. As it grew larger it didn’t lift over the city it stayed right in line with Dwight’s eye line. Dwight remembered terrorism and suddenly began to really sweat. He followed the shape as it grew and grew.

“Pull up” he whispered to the glass, but the jet. No it’s bigger than a jet, a ‘bomber’. He took a step back as the bottom opened. Sights of bomb runs in movies and TV rushed into his mind. He was a step ahead of the action as the objects released. He launched to the floor as the large bombs whizzed past the window.

The explosion tossed him in the air and back to the floor. The windows scattered and brought hot, stinky air into the floor. Dwight wondered if his building was hit gazing across the street at the 25 westboard building. His fear began to launch as the whole build started to tilt. But the optical illusion of the whole 25 westboard building falling across the street gave him the sense of falling. The noise it made, the slow decent, the people he could see tumbling inside, the yawl it lumbered, ugly was all Dwight could think. He crawled to the edge to see it land and domino another building. The crash was deafening. The sight amazing, a demolition gone horribly wrong or a terrorist act gone perfectly right.

He pulled back as the dust rose. Then he noticed more black dots, he didn’t know who, but he thought of the people in the 25 westboard building………