The Volcano

The volcano spewed hot ash as I drove along the countryside. Hoping and praying I'd make it to safety before it reached the road.

The warning sirens were deafening, gripped by fear I sped along as fast as I could. Not many cars on the road, since most left town.

The mountain started smoking last week, I knew in my gut it was a prelude of something more. I ignored all the warning signs. How many times had that mountain smoked only to remain dormant...