I actually had some today. Customers, I mean. Seems like people are finally realizing that Christmas is coming and are out buying dive stuff. Whew. I managed to squeak out another prompt writing in between women trying on wetsuits, men looking at buying Rental gear, and a very addled mother looking at masks and snorkels for her three sons.
December 15--Roman (1st Century), Mars and Venus. Love and War sit side by side, both beautiful in their own way. Julia felt the tiles shift under her feet as she crossed the loggia of her house in Pompeii. She hated the smell of sulfur that flowed from the raging mouth of Mount Vesuvius outside the city and the fine ash and grit kept her servants busy sweeping and dusting round the clock. And the earthquakes never stopped. Her favorite vase had fallen from it's niche in the gallery and had shattered into a thousand pieces. She looked at the mural that Trajan had commissioned as a marriage gift for her saying in his heavy-handed way that it was the perfect artwork for a soldier and his wife. She frowned at the gritty sound her sandals made as she crossed the room and then she saw that new cracks had appeared in the painting on the wall. Even more tiny chips of painted plaster had popped off and lay like colored rain on the marble tiles below. As she called for the maid to come and sweep once again the air was rent by an almighty roar and Julia's world disappeared in a heartbeat.
Not bad. I kind of cheaped out there at the end but I kind of like it. Are you done with your Christmas shopping?
--Barbara
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