One day, a long time ago. Around

the year, ad 76. It was a normal

day, a few puffs of smoke from

Vesuvius. Here is the diary of a

shopkeeper on the day, Mount

Vesuvius erupted…

It was a normal day, a customer had

just asked me “ but what do you

sell?”

When there was a shake in the

ground.

Some of my items fell off my stall.

That is when I saw that Vesuvius was

spewing lava.

I ran for it.

As I ran I remembered a prophet, who

was dismissed, carrying a sign.

I hid further away and I saw my

hometown be destroyed.

I guess he was right.