9/22 12:12 AM
The fluttering fluorescent lights cast a hazy orange cloud behind the trees in the distance. From where she stood on the south end of the parking lot, it seemed as if the trees were on fire standing as the shoddy last line of defense between a massive blaze and her insignificant, insecure person. Even the clouds played along, hovering like dark wisps of smoke.
For a moment, she thought she should wait and see if the flames materialized. Perhaps the fire would be cleansing, and she would emerge to new life, whole, scars no longer shameful, guilt no longer constant.
Or perhaps she was actually in Hell and just hadn't seen the flames before now to know it.