Hours after the shaking of the earth I was pinned under a church pew with the deep silence that comes when you are completely, absolutely alone in a dark without ears. Then the great, fallen dome of the church cracked open like an egg. The sound of a drill pierced the mute. I could see daylight, a man descending from a rope.
Qui dentro! I yelled. Eccomi!
Read the rest of the story here:
http://www.smokelong.com/flash/brendapeynado38q.asp
Read the interview here:
Brenda Peynado 