By: Terri Talley Venters
Maximus lounged in the courtyard of his Palazzo. Sun poured through the open room and its rays illuminated the beautiful, mosaic-tiled floor. As he admired the panoramic view of the Italian Coast, a servant quietly placed a tray of assorted cheeses, bread, and a wine-filled chalice before him. The flavors danced on his tongue as he sipped the wine and basked in the tingles it sent down his throat.
A beautiful woman, his woman, approached. Her long, white gown clung to her curves and exposed her right breast. He opened his arms to his beloved Maria. She fell into his embrace and awarded him with a passionate kiss. I think I’ll be late for today’s entertainment at the Coloso.
The ground rumbled beneath the lovers. They looked up towards the mountain and watched the cloud of ash spew from its peak. Rain slowly dropped onto the courtyard and sprinkled them. Only it wasn’t rain, but volcanic ash.
The ground rumbled again, even louder than before. The volcano erupted. Earth spewed from Mount Vesuvius and covered the city of Pompeii.