I am participating for the first time in the microfiction contest promoted by the @Freewriters Community. I present my exercise based on the word volcano, for which I played with intertextuality and irony. Thank you for your opportunity.

All day the volcano had been roaring like a bull. The gods had warned that this age would end.
At night the rain of burning stones burst and the river of lava washed away. Popocatepetl spoke to Iztaccihuatl. And the world would be reborn.
