Pompeii, Italy
AD 52
I see them, facing eachother. Expressions of anger, shame, and pain struggle for dominance on her face. I see them all with a blank stare.
How could you?! And to think, I had gone to see you because you work so hard.
I am sorry, I do not know what to say, Arria.
So what do I hear from the others at the inn when I ask where you are? You have gone to the brothel?! How could you have done that to me!
I see his true shame. He tries to reach for me, perhaps desiring comfort. In a lightning move, she reaches me first.
And your damn statues! What do you think, they will forgive you?
I feel a swoosh of air as I am lifted and then thrown. The end half of my tail breaks with a sharp crack. I can see shards of my own stone littering the ground around me. I can no longer see the man and woman, but can hear them.
Arria, my...
Your what?! Your precious cat?
No, no, I...
I hear the strain in her voice now.
Oh, Marcus. Things will be very different now.
