Again she bent over the two figures she had unearthed. Trapped in time they were crouching before her, two moulds of hardened lava and ashes. Sonia believed it was a couple, one of the two figures being slightly smaller than the other, and they were holding each other in an eternal embrace. There was the rough outline of a shed around them, as if they had tried for shelter before the deadly effluent of Mount Vesuvius had caught them.
Sonia was gently brushing off the dust of the intertwined figures when a shadow fell upon her. She caught the movement of a person from the corner of her eye and from that knew immediately who was approaching her even before Tarys spoke:"They look beautiful. Oh this must sound terrible, doesn't it?"
Sonia smiled and shook her head. "No, I too think they're beautiful in a way. Together in life - and in death." She glanced up at Tarys, one of the local workers the team of archaeologists had hired. He returned her look, and once again, gazing into his mysteriously shady misty-green eyes, the ability to speak seemed to leave her.
And in the background, Vesuvia started to rumble.
Where my soul belongs."
(East 17, "Around The World")
