The end of the line, nowhere left to go. Despite her clever schemes and scams, of gaining mass approval, of doing everything to earn her a statue, hope belied her.
She'd had chances to leave her prison marriage, chances to be free of the raging river leading to the waterfall of doom. But she completed her journey of being a helpless victim. Living off her past to pretend a present, she eschewed her future.
No more the sun to shine, wandering mindless in hallways of grey.
"I am Lot's wife."
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