Lava Fields

Lava Fields

A Story by meltingtuba

Description of lava fields Thorsguard Iceland

The ground was hot but the wieners were hotter, wrapped in tinfoil and laying on the burnt red earth.Our guide, Thoren Greta Gunnarsdottir stood near our packs.  Under her feet, ice melted slowly.  I had taken off my shoes to warm my toes which had turned into hard little carrots and had begun to show white spots, the first sign of frostbite.  Off in the distance, glaciers rose up, flat and mammoth like a banquet with tables for giants.  I could almost see the tiny hut from which we had come.  When we stayed there, wind had whipped the ashes to fury and caused the sooty black dust to cake around my mouth like unkempt stubble, bitter in my mouth.  The wieners were calling to me, ready to eat and as  I scooped them up into my waiting bun I felt the ground beneath them, the ground that had not been there a year ago.  The earth wafted up towards me, smokey.  So far from home.

© 2012 meltingtuba

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Added on October 9, 2012
Last Updated on October 9, 2012




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A Story by meltingtuba