Martha felt her pulse, like she was a war drum.
A thousand words covered his throat.
She looked out the window of the car, Etna, like her, launched fumaroles.
For a second his mind went blank.
A rare calm invaded her. He opened his fist.
She turned back, decided to go home.
This exercise is my entry to the #ZapFic contest in its 113th week (issue # 13 on Hive), conducted by @ felt.Buzz and promoted by the @Freewriters community.
