Pillars of Salt

There were times I looked at her and I saw... Beauty. Vitality. Youth.

Other times... I saw an older woman who carried herself with the delusional confidence of someone who used to be prettier. Who doesn't yet realize she's not such a pretty thing any longer—because men will hit on anything until it's far past its prime.

A woman who'd been fawned over her entire life. A girl who'd been corrupted by the idea that she was special.

And still... I cared about her somehow.

What a pathetic prize she turned out to be.