10th
Slow Trip To Grandma’s
The mountain above us violently shook and then exploded. Dad and I were just going to take Max, our golden retriever, for a walk around the mountain, when we smelled the gassy burning smell and the earth shook again like a jelly. Max was barking crazily in the corner.
Dad looked out the window and saw the mountain spewing out fiery rocks and ash, and lava flowed down the side like a river.
Dad grabbed the backpack and the dog and told me to get in the ute. He turned on the sprinkler hose so it was spraying against the house, and then quickly jumped in the ute and we took off to town on the other side of the mountain.
He phoned Mum and the girls and checked they were okay at the supermarket and arranged to meet them at Grandma’s house on the other side of the island.
“Boom!” The mountain threw up a curtain of fire and a black coat of ash. The trees by the river of lava were burning and being bulldozed over by the vicious viscous molten rock.
“Better get outta here!” Unfortunately, every one else had the same idea, so it was a slow trip to Grandma’s.
~ NJ10
