Americana.
Fifty-five.
. . .zzzzzz. . .
. . .zzzzzz. . .
breep-breep. . .breeep-breep. . .
“. . .uhf. . .”
Clunk!
“OW!. . .uhh. . .heeello?”
“Pandem, get up.”
“What?”
“We heard on the radio. . .
there’s been an attack
on the World Trade Center.”
“What?”
“It got hit by airplanes,
they said on the radio. . .
and we think some of the planes
are still in the air.
Go turn on the TV
and call me back
and tell me what’s going on.”
“. . .ummmm. . .okay.”
“Okay. Talk to you in a bit.”
“Okay. . .”
Click.
“Urrrgh. . .
Terra!”
“Yeah?”
“Are you playing games in there?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“News. . .now!”
“What?”
“I’ll do it. . .”
“What’s going. . .”
“And again, let’s look at the footage
from earlier today. . .”
“So what happened?
Any ideas yet?
No, we don’t know what happened,
only that a plane crashed
into one tower of the WTC.
We don’t know if that was an accident,
or. . .”
“Is that. . .
Oh.
Oh my God.”
“. . .”
“Oh my God.”
“That. . .that proves it.
A second plane has just crashed
into the other tower
of the World Trade Center,
proving that the first crash
was not an accident,
repeat,
NOT an accident. . .
this is an attack,
definitely an attack. . .”
“Ohhhhhh, fuck.”
And America. . .changed.
©PCB 2002
