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An angry sun beat down on Lot’s skin.
The day was more hot than usual, and the air was stagnant. He gave a heavy sigh and looked down with disgust at his now muddled mess. A slimy soup of tree roots, grass, and water was all he had to show for the past two days of chopping up a dead tree trunk.
“This is useless,” he mumbled.
It was late in the evening, and deciding his work was done for the day, swung the plow up on his shoulders. The cool air and fading light was pleasant to his senses, causing a smile to form on his lips. The twenty-minute walk back to Sodom gave him time to think, long ago becoming his favorite part of the day.
Before him was the bustling city of Sodom, where he had made his home over the past couple of decades. It’s walls of wood were sturdy and boasted an advanced gate system that opened during the day and closed during the night. Not far from Sodom was the equally impressive city of Gomorrah. Though Lot had been there a handful of times over the past twenty years, he was always surprised to find it larger than he remembered.
The two cities were enlarging so rapidly that many foreigners referred to them as Sodom-and-Gomorrah, hardly recognizing the fact that the two were barely in viewing distance of each other. But this didn’t hurt the two cities’ economic prosperity and political connections in the least. Convoys of merchandise and exotic attractions were constantly being exchanged between the two, creating a steady flow of visitors and festivals on a daily basis.
Lot grabbed a piece of wheat from a field on the side of the road, and, after cleaning the stem and sticking it in his mouth, began thinking of the day when everything changed for him and the two cities.
