To Love Again
Had she been lured there to be killed? The volcano was a vision of hell. Lost and alone, Claire stumbled over smoking lava rock. Stone shapes loomed all around her. The icy wind sliced through her clothes. Ash and smoke had reduced the blazing Mediterranean sun to an angry red disk in the sky. Suddenly a gaping fissure appeared at her feet. Molten lava bubbled directly beneath her. All that once something pressed against her back. She lurched forward -- pushed toward the boiling, liquid fire.