10/25/22 The Floor is Lava

 The Floor is Lava

“Mommy, why is that cloud so dark?”

She quickly grabs her young daughter, eyes peeled to the darkness above, “That isn’t a cloud Lyla.” Her pace quickens with her daughter secured in her arms, bouncing up and down as she runs. 

Overhead a large cloudlike figure begins to cover the entire sky. Everyone under the dark cloud panics, running for cover, all knowing the pain that is about to come. The dark cloud stops as all the light is squeezed out of sight.

“What’s happening mommy?” the little girl says with tears in her eyes.

“I love you Lyla,” her mother says, squeezing her tight as they hide inside a nearby building. 

A loud thundering noise comes from outside followed by loud thuds on the ground, tearing the roads to pieces. Heavy metal rods descend swiftly from the dark cloud above, plunging deep into the earth. Giant cracks begin to form all over the earth, lava slowly seeping through them.

The mother covers her daughters ears to try and muffle the screams. Outside the door, the mother sees the lava trying to get in. She picks up her daughter once again and climbs onto a counter in the room just before the lava makes its way through the cracks under the door. The two stare at the bright orange liquid in front of them.

“Mommy, I’m hot,” the girl whines.

“Me too sweetie, me too.” The mother holds her daughter tight, praying the lava will stop and they will be spared this terrible fate. The thundering of the rods stop, and the lava stops its rise just below the counter. The mother lets out a sigh of relief but is quickly taken aback by the resuming of the thundering noise.

“No,” she says, closing her eyes and preparing for the end. After a few minutes, the sound stops once again. The mother peaks her eyes open and notices the lava level start to go down.

“Mommy, you’re hurting me.” The mother loosens her grip on her daughter.

“I’m sorry sweetie, mommy is just very happy right now,” she says with the biggest  smile on her face. After a few hours, the lava is completely gone and the mother ventures onto the floor, leaving her daughter on the counter just in case. “It’s safe,” she says as her foot touches the ground. She helps her daughter down and they walk hand in hand outside.

The dark cloud is gone along with the metal rods. Holes and cracks are still scattered over the earth but at that moment the mother doesn’t care, her daughter is alive.


The End

10/25/22

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