Don’t Look Back in Anger

It’s not like I knew what her favorite color was or what she dreamt about. We were matched. We married. We had similar taste in wine. I was good looking and she was flashy and we were popular. But then the boss said trouble was coming. The boss said get the fuck out as fast as you can. She had questions. She had so many questions. Who did she think she was asking me all of these questions? We began to flee the city, but she was still nagging me about leaving our friends our families behind. She was married to a God-fearing man. What else could she possibly desire? She was crying and saying something about all the screaming. About the fire falling from the sky. About the stench of burning bodies. She was saying something and then she wasn’t. They say she turned into a pillar of salt, but how would I know? I never looked back. I just kept going.