El Diablo

 

We called the mountain, “El Diablo.” The demon within kept us awake every night.
We knew that it was only a matter of time before the mountain erupted. That time was fast approaching.
The violent trembling had started late the previous evening. The seismic activity was only getting worse. Another earthquake shuddered through me, barely a minute after the last one. It was even more violent.
I let out a shriek of agony and gripped my husband’s arm. He tried not to show his fear.
The volcano was about to erupt.
“The cervix has reached eight centimeters!” informed the midwife.

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