Sunday, 1 March 2015

100WC#23 The Old Settee by GraceLB

It was a normal summer’s day in Pompeii 79AD. Marcus was lounging in the beautiful open square in the midday sun. Suddenly, a rumble came from under his feet and the ground shook like a bowl of jelly, and buildings slowly started to collapse. Hot flying rocks flew above his head and ash was destroying the town like a tiger hunting down its prey.

Mount Vesuvius erupted and had destroyed life itself in Pompeii. The lucky survivors ran, never looking back. All that was left in the square was a perfect stone cast, made by the ash, of Marcus' sofa (plus his cat!).

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