Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: Pillars #writephoto, Pyroplastic surge


It was frustrating. For two days we had been sitting down in the hot, humid cellar. Our wine was warm, our food was cold. At least we could breathe down here, unlike in the street above. The choking fumes clogged our nostrils, the tiny wind-blown cinders got into our throats. Everyone was coughing and the stench was unbearable.

From what they said it seemed to be getting worse outside. Last night only a few of us had come down but today more and more people started arriving. Most had not brought anything down with them in their panic. They were just concerned with getting away from the ash cloud that sat like a dragon atop the hill. The very ground had started to groan and shudder as if all the denizens of the underworld were on the move.

My father had told us that we need not worry as this had happened many times before.He stayed in the villa thinking that it would soon pass but the Gods appeared to be really angry this time. No-one was sure how to placate them. Even the priests from the temple had decided to join us.

As the daylight, what there was of it, due to the sun having been smothered by the dark cloud, began to fade for the second day we heard a strange noise. It was like a low moaning and it seemed to be getting louder.

I shouted for everyone to be quiet and as our babble subsided we realised that the sound was coming from a great wind that was flowing through the passageways. Some of the women started to wail and before long both men and women started to sob as we realised something terrible was about to happen. Strangely there was no panic and I could hear my companions starting incantations. Before long even the chanting ceased.

Wrapping my cloak around my shoulders \I took my wife and daughter in my arms. We huddled against the wall and the stifling air grew steadily hotter. I can write no more. I will sleep and hopefully return to my beloved Pompeii home in the morning.




Filed under As you read it, Factual, Flash fiction, History, Self compositions, Temperatures rising

19 responses to “Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: Pillars #writephoto, Pyroplastic surge

  1. I would love to go there and pay my respects. A poignant tale, Bob.

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  2. Interesting piece, very poignant…


  3. Hélène Vaillant

    Very touching story.


  4. Little do they realise they will never be able to return. Good historical drama.

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  6. Very touching! I did not see the ending coming. Brilliant.

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  7. Great response to the prompt – you had me guessing until the end.

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  8. Extremely touching, even though I’ve been there, I didn’t see that ending coming.

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  9. This brilliant Bobby, I did see it coming but only because you described it so well. An excellent answer to the prompt very moving.💜

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