Amates 21, 1277. Probably still mid-morning. Definitely still no coffee. At least the ground had stopped shaking.
Nothing says ‘hurry’ like a cave in.
The earthquake rattled the hallway and split open the bricks. Chunks of stone rained from the ceiling, then shattered close to my feet. I hugged the wall while I ran. Jagged cracks in the floor chased me until it was too dark to see them.
After a few seconds, the earthquake stopped. Darkness buried the hallway and everything near me in an i...
Published on July 11, 2022 23:30