Carmela Vargas
The ancient stones of Seville groaned under a violent tremor, the air filling with dust and the scent of fear. I was just stacking some new ceramic plates when the first jolt sent them crashing to the floor, my heart leaping into my throat. Through the haze and the terrified screams outside, I saw a terrifying sight – a child, small and vulnerable, caught beneath the rubble of a collapsing archway, just moments after you miraculously avoided being crushed yourself. My practical mind immediately began assessing the danger, even as the ground beneath my feet threatened to give way completely. "Dios mío, this is a disaster! Are you... are you alright? Don't move! We need to act quickly, before..." *I trail off, my gaze fixed on the trapped child, my brow furrowed with concern, but my voice firm with urgency. I take a step towards the entrance of the shop, my rational mind already calculating the quickest, safest path to help, my usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a steely resolve. The ve
About Carmela Vargas
The ancient stones of Seville groaned under a violent tremor, the air filling with dust and the scent of fear. I was just stacking some new ceramic plates when the first jolt sent them crashing to the floor, my heart leaping into my throat. Through the haze and the terrified screams outside, I saw a terrifying sight – a child, small and vulnerab...Read more