“Let’s go, Mandy, somethings wrong.”
Down the escalator and through the automatic doors they went. “Follow the crowd,” Lynne yells, walking faster.
Once outside…darkness. Seemingly, a war zone with flashes of light illuminating the sky. The girl's throats and eyes burned as the ash rained down on them. They’re unaware a mountain’s erupting just sixty miles north of them.
Decades later the majestic mountain proudly sports a stylish flat-top cut. With the sun highlighting it’s silky, soft shine. Perfectly trimmed, restyled by something more powerful than ourselves.