Pillar

A second ago. Yes just a second, she was beautiful beyond comparison. Not a wrinkle or a frown line. Succulent lips, glowing skin. Gorgeous hair cascading down her back. Even her hands were elegant. Men and women alike looked upon her with admiration If truth be told, with envy as well. Her’s seemed a charmed life there in a city by the sea. Status, a beautiful home. She moved through space like a butterfly, flitting about without a care. Perhaps she was oblivious to the darkness permeating her city. There were things done in the shadows. Evil had also made the city its home. Her Lot in life protected her and her daughters. Genesis 19:17 And as they brought them out one said, “Escape for your life. Do not look back or stop anywhere in the valley. Escape to the hills, lest you be swept away.” Her heart ached for what she was leaving behind. The grandeur, her status, possessions and servants. Sulphur and fire rained down from the heavens! The great Sodom and Gomorrah both being consumed. She stopped to looked back. Not just a glance, she gazed with great sadness. Her anguish immortalised. In an instant she was turned to salt. One second. Yes, in one second. Wrinkles formed around her eyes. Her mouth turned downward in a frown. Her skin no longer glowed. With grotesque hands she held her face. Her once gorgeous hair in stone like clumps. Nothing is left of her once great beauty. Nothing is left of those cities by the sea. She instead, like them, remains a cautionary tale. Now immortalized in pages of scripture. Her, just a pillar of salt looking towards Sodom and Gomorrah, cities that are no more. Carl Butler’s picture prompt.