Tera condemned her scream to a whimper when the dissection began. They could have dulled the pain, but that would have turned the seasons into unending paradoxes. She couldn’t quite hold it in, however. Opposite, in a place they couldn’t see, a rupture of steam and ash spilled a liquid holocaust into the valley below.
She wasn’t nervous, but was certain the tiny creatures inhabiting the area were horrified when a large swath broke away and was swept into the sea. Kym reassured Tera this was for the best and not a single being would be harmed.
LKT © 2015
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt.
Photo prompt © Sandra Crook