... ..short story ....February 20, 2004   PROLOGUE I felt the pressure and the churning, heard rumbling in the distance.  Smoke filled the air and a hot wind blew.  Still I froze.                                                                                              CHAPTER ONE Eruption.  Not one of us survived.  Not really.  Shifting faults left scars, long and deep, disfiguring and white-hot mean.                                                                                               CHAPTER TWO Wounds festered like bubbling pots of sulfur.  A stench of loss hovered just above the fallen.                                                                                                EPILOGUE I smolder and cool.  I endure the aftershocks.  It is a jittery way of life.  previous..|..current..|..archives..|..1st quarter index..|..next

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