Vignette 6: Write from the perspective of a horse or other animal in Pompeii before the eruption. Animals often have premonitions about natural disasters; what might this animal’s experience be? Be creative!
Flashes of orange, red, and black. Boorishly loud sounds similar to that of lightening like cracking, and thunder like roars. A sensation of being in the heat that one would expect to feel had they traveled to the center of the earth. The heat evoking the muscles and bones in my neck to vibrate as if someone stroked them like a string on a guitar. Screams and cries heard in the distance. Suddenly, a bright light and then as quickly as it all started, it fades away and I am awoken. No longer surrounded by the fear and gloom of the nights intense dream. Sounds of friends calling to each other on a warm summers morn. The sun popping up over the horizon, shining brightly in the pink and orange sky, burning off what is left of the mornings fog. And I am able to once again take flight.
This was the third day in a row that it seemed as though the bird was in a fit of terror prior to the removal of the linen night cover from it's cage. I couldn't help but wonder what was causing such a problem, especially in such an abrupt and unexpected manner. There have been no sudden changes; the same food, the same location, and even the weather had been very consistent in the passing days. I fear that there may be something wrong, but figuring out what that something is will most likely prove to be difficult.
His paw twitched and the dog woke with a yelp. Always protective the big pooch immediately stood to his full height and skittered across the concrete floor to look at the sleeping young one. Calm and tranquil, the babe slept undisturbed.
The dog whined as he curled on the floor next to the innocent child. He never closed his eyes. His paw twitched again and he gazed around the stone walls of the room. His massive back muscles rippled from tail to head and he shuddered from the discomfort. An eerie light leaked through the wooden shutters covering the windows.
If he could talk he would have asked why the floor was pulsating. His humans weren’t disturbed, they slept. His big ears perked as he listened to the noise, head cocked to the side as he listened to the complete void surrounding him. He rested his massive head on his paws and wondered about the white smoke his humans had been talking about earlier.