There are few ways of dying that are worse than falling into a river of lava. Molten rock is one of the hottest substances on the surface of the earth, instantly incinerating anything that touches it. Still, there are a select few for whom the extreme danger is a game. They are known as volcano jumpers: few in number, reckless in spirit, ineligible for life insurance.
Brad concentrated on the rock ahead of him. Even wearing a heat suit, the extreme temperatures were making him lightheaded. Just feet below him, a slow river of lava bubbled and swirled lazily.
“Come on, you can make it,” his brother Donald called. They were alone in a low cave that just days before had been filled with a furious torrent of lava. Now it had subsided slightly, just enough for them to make their way along the edge.
Brad reached out with his rock hammer and then swung his leg over the crevice. Another small jump and he was across.
“Now comes the big jump,” Donald said. Brad looked ahead to where Donald was pointing. Two rocks came together over the main flow of lava, but they were still five feet apart, with nothing to grab onto.
“Do we have to?” he asked.
Donald nodded. “We have to. We can’t go back from here and it’s the only way back to the surface.” He took the lead, edging out until he was on the very edge of the rock. Then he made a flying leap to the other side. His foot slipped, but he caught himself, just before it could touch the lava flow. “It’s okay,” he said. “It didn’t touch. My suit protected me. Come on, you can do it.”
Brad edged out onto the rock. Sulfurous fumes swirled up, making it hard to see. He thought of his parents, his girlfriend Jenny, his dog Freddy. If he missed this jump, he would never see any of them again. Instead, he would be burned alive in a river of fire. He jumped with all his might. He missed completely.
THUMP!
“You’re dead,” Donald said from where he stood on the armchair.
Brad picked himself off the living floor. “Move the chair closer next time,” he said.
“Okay, now it’s a shark-infested lagoon,” Donald said.
The sawed-off broom handle in Brad’s hand ceased to be a rock hammer and became a spear gun instead. The patch of living room carpet in front of him became a patch of ominous, blue water.
Sharks, Brad thought. I can handle sharks.
November 21st, 2012 at 6:50 pm
I hope you have kids that can listen to your stories – or in the future – or your grandkids – or maybe in a classroom 🙂 (just my way of saying I love your quirky, unexpected endings).
November 21st, 2012 at 10:14 pm
Thanks. I don’t have any kids yet, but I really want to someday. 🙂 For now, I have a gaggle of nieces and nephews.
November 21st, 2012 at 8:03 pm
I love it
November 21st, 2012 at 10:15 pm
Thanks. I’m sure most kids have played this game at one time or another. I know it brings me back.
November 23rd, 2012 at 2:54 pm
you made me miss a heart beat. 🙂
i loved playing those games as child!
November 23rd, 2012 at 5:26 pm
My sister and I would imagine we were on the Amazon River and if we touched the water, the piranhas would eat us.
November 26th, 2012 at 4:03 am
When my brothers and I were kids, we played a made-up game where the red carpet in our basement was lava.
November 26th, 2012 at 9:01 am
Kids like the idea of danger, I guess.
December 8th, 2012 at 1:16 pm
I was i n pompeij 1978 and saw the traces of a disaster caused by. lava.
December 8th, 2012 at 4:39 pm
Yeah, I can’t imagine really dying that way. Very horrible thought. T
Thanks for the comment and follow 🙂
December 19th, 2012 at 7:33 pm
David, You are an incredible story-teller!
December 19th, 2012 at 7:35 pm
Thank you 🙂 Thanks for reading my work.
December 19th, 2012 at 7:45 pm
I got loads to catch up on your blog. Following you -)
December 20th, 2012 at 12:11 am
That one gave me a stomach ache, lol. Just the idea of landing in that … then the relief of what came next. Very clever writing. Big smile on my face right now. Thank you. And, thanks for visiting my site. 🙂