The collar project that started on Monday continues today. Please check out yesterday's post to see where we left the protagonist of my story.
A tremendous earsplitting roaring noise shakes her out of her erotic reverie. She’s suddenly enveloped by a grey mist. Grey turns into soft shades of pink. Little by little, the pink becomes more intense and intoxicating. There are explosions in the background and the setting suddenly changes.
Are these bombs going off or maybe shells exploding? She thinks she may be witnessing a war scene, but it's actually an eruption. She remembers her grandfather telling her about the March 1944 eruption of Mount Vesuvius.
The Second World War raging, the Allied forces stationed at Pompeii Airfield thinking it was an ordinary air raid, but then watching awestruck as the rocks and cinder dropped from the sky, exactly like it had happened in 79 AD when an eruption killed thousands, covering them in ashes, turning them into empty human moulds.
In her vision she sees the Vesuvius belching dense and billowing smoke; the rumblings grow louder, the flame and sparks fly higher in the sky. The mountain is angry, but, ironically, this terrible scenery is also quite beautiful. The destructive ash plume comes down in a grey and pink rain.
With the eye of her imagination she sees hot ash, cinder and volcanic rocks blanketing the 340th Bombardment Group's B-25 Mitchell bombers in the airfield, burning the fabric control surfaces, glazing, melting and cracking the Plexiglass windshields, causing permanent damage to the gun turrets.
It's a frighteningly phenomenal vision. Cinders and ashes rain down on her, and her feet are suddenly trapped in thick layers of ash, piling up on the ground like grey and black snow.
The smoke assumes a new almost artificially shocking pink shade, and she feels as if she were fainting, suffocating like the inhabitants of Pompeii, intoxicated by the mephitic vapors that accompanied the falling debris and that caused deliriousness before killing them.
Will she die in this brightly coloured vision of an eruption or will she be transported somewhere else? Follow the story on tomorrow's post to discover it.
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