posted on Dec, 28 2011 @ 05:11 PM
Fair warning: This is a long read. I seem to have forgotten the "Short" in "Short Story." That being said, here it is:
“Daddy, get up! It’s Christmas! There are so many presents! Can I open them now?”
He then gave forth a tired, “what”, in response to his son’s words. He still felt sleep in his eyes and his dreams fading away.
“The presents, they are so big and beautiful!” His son said in his excited childish voice. He was surly up since three a.m. in anticipation for
this morning. His wife roused from her sleep and looked at her son. A smile crept on the beautiful face of hers and she slowly got out of bed. His son
followed her out of the apartment bedroom, completely forgetting that his father was still in bed. The father looked at the alarm clock on the wooden
nightstand beside him, and it read seven a.m. He pushed himself out of the mattress and followed in the footsteps of his wife, the sound of coffee
being made pushing him forward.
He turned the corner to see his son kneeling under the fake tree resting by the windows facing to the outside of the apartment, with a Sony television
next to it. The son was in childish phoenix pajamas, with a blue tone on them. This somehow complimented his brown eyes and nearly black hair. He was
shaking a present, attempting to make out the contents inside of the mysterious box. The sons name was Xiuhcoatl, and his was Cohua. The series of odd
names continued with the marriage of his wife, Iridia. He loved her since he first laid his eyes on her, but not just for her looks. He also loved her
for the kind, gentle and quiet personality she had. She was a thinker, not a speaker, and Cohua loved that.
Cohua had proposed to her at the top of the Empire State Building, while on one of their many dates. Four months later they had gathered enough money
for a simple marriage at a nearby church of Cohua’s and a honeymoon in Alaska. Iridia always proclaimed how much she had loved Alaska, especially
the starry, quiet, peaceful nights they spent together. Nine months after the honeymoon, Xiuhcoatl was born. He seemed to resemble his mother
perfectly in personality, and his father in stature. He was the only child sleeping in hospital, while all others cried, and his soft brown eyes and
curious personality captivated the hearts of visitors.
Soon the two of them came to a realization that a new home would have to be found, one that was completely theirs, and when Xiuhcoatl was one year
old, they were able to afford the apartment they live in now with the few dollars Cohua could scrape together as a fireman, and Iridia as a teacher.
It was a quaint place when they first saw it, a mere ten minutes from the city and though this it was nice and quiet. It was a safe neighborhood, one
they knew that would be acceptable to raise Xiuhcoatl in. Soon after buying the place, however, it was discovered that their neighbors were not the
friendly kind. It was only Iridia’s quiet personality and avoidance of conflict that compelled Cohua to not send them to the hospital when they
complained about the couples walking on the floorboards above the neighbors, or when the neighbors sent a threatening letter proclaiming that at some
point Cohua and Iridia “shot themselves in the foot.” On top of that, heat was put on as winter began to end by the management, various leaks
could appear during rainstorms, and piping turned out to not be in code. Through all this, Cohua was able to crack a smile as he watched his son open
a present under the Christmas tree with his wife resting on his shoulder as he rested on the couch and the smell of a fresh cup of coffee rushing up
“Wow, this is so cool” his son screamed when he was about halfway through opening the barrage of gifts under the tree. He had finally stumbled
upon a necklace that Cohua had stumbled on while shopping. It cost him a pretty penny, but the smile on his sons face suddenly made it seem worth it.
The gift was a phoenix pendent, designed in gold with its wings spread open and fire coming from behind and a menacing or determined look in its eye,
Cohua could not decide which it was. It was suspended on a black steel chain, long enough to comfortably fit Xiuhcoatls neck and have much more
“Don’t lose it now” Cohua said, “you’ll be paying for it if you do”
This gave a hearty laugh from Iridia. “He’s only six. What is he supposed to do, pay you in candy?” she said while still laughing.
“No” Xiuhcoatl gave for a response, while still admiring the bird.
“But I don’t want to go to school!” His son screamed in his ear. The new school year had begun on September 8th, 2000. Xiuhcoatl was putting up
his usual fight against his father about entering the school bus as he always did the first week of school. Cohua was trying to convince him to go on
peacefully when his radio roared to life. There was an oil leak down in the city, and the company wanted him to go aid in its clean up.
“Enough from you” Cohua said sternly, “You are going to go on this bus and go to school, whether you like it or not. And you,” Cohua pointed
at the bus driver, “make sure he doesn’t throw himself out the window.” This was responded with a sarcastic salute in response as Xiuhcoatl
drudgingly crept onto the school bus. The phoenix necklace given to him last year bounced on and off his chest as he walked up the steps. Cohua
didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that Xiuhcoatl refused to take the piece of jewelry off. Xiuhcoatl was only three days into the school
year, and today was September 11, 2001. Cohua watched the bus drive off and prepared himself to go check out the oil leak.
Twenty minutes later he was in the city with his fellow firefighters, and they were like brothers to him. One of them actually was his brother,
following in Cohua’s footsteps as a fireman. The problem was already dealt with, and Cohua appeared at the scene for seemingly no reason.
“You’re kidding me” Cohua said to the others as he stepped out of the car.
“Yep, looks like you came for nothing.” One of them responded “Tough luck.”
“Come on, I missed breakfast for this. Any of you want a bagel, I’m hungry.” Cohua said disappointingly.
“Sure, I’ll come with you” His brother responded, “I’m hungry too.”
The two of them walked off towards the nearest bagel shop, conversing the whole way. After a little walking Cohua yelled back to the others, “Watch
After a bagel and some catching up between the two brothers, the two heard a boom. They raced outside with the others in the little corner shop they
found, and watched in horror as the first tower was hit with the plane. The instincts brought about by being firemen kicked in, and the two raced
towards the destruction, as many others ran away. They were close enough to get to the tower in a matter of minutes. Cohua was the first, and only, to
rush in and up the stairs, searching for whoever might be in distress. He didn’t notice that his brother had abandoned him at the front door; he was
in awe staring upwards.