jcisbackalright
It was the turning of the century but Phillip didn't care one whit. He sat alone in his apartment, a glass of wine in hand just looking at the clock knowing that this century would be just as horrid as the last, that nothing could possibly bring her back.
She self-consciously tugged at her itchy collar. Then she stepped outside, and saw him. Her breath was taken away.
She stood in front of the silent audience, and fighting back tears, took a bow. They burst into applause, and she cried, not tears of sadness, but joy.
And then he turned into a pillar of salt, leaving his past behind him and going forth into a new realm of experiences, like seasoning eggs.