So this week’s prompt from Lillie McFerrin is Explosive. This is somewhat timely as this month, on Friday the 13th to be specific, our little island marked the 33rd Anniversary of the eruption of our resident fire goddess, also known as the La Soufrière volcano. She’s still pretty active by volcano standards and I have actually made the journey to the mountain. It was draped in mists like the long grey hairs of old ladies. When I saw the prompt the mountain, and this story, came immediately to mind. Enjoy!
Daughter, on the morning you were born the mountain heaved and spat columns of ash thousands of feet into the air.
Your mother wrenched my arm as bolts of lightning ripped through black clouds and thundercracks shook the earth.
The Rabacca Dry River became a stream of molten rock, its meeting with the surf exploding in bursts of salty steam.
I understand all of this in some way shaped your disposition and frames your current outburst.
But if you don’t eat these damned carrots, that your mother planted and washed and cooked, you and me, we are going to have real problems.
©Debra Providence 2012