She slowly dragged her bruised frame. Each step taken was a reminder of the pain she was enduring. The scratches on her arms and feet, the torn shirt sleeves, each of them made her relive the torrid time she had been through.
Her burnt skin made her wince and turn away from the mirror.
Why oh lord, she cried aloud. Why did you single me out for this punishment?
Why hadn’t she let her good sense prevail!!!
How in the world could she have gone along on a trek to a dusty mountain on blazing hot summer after noon???