Repent

Maria could not.
Maria would not.
She drove on, not stopping anywhere in the south—arriving on fumes just north of the Mason-Dixon line.
Then the overwhelming colorfast would resolve—the cobwebs would scatter.
Then she would hibernate through the remaining plague times.
Repent?
No!

“Hope is my only motivation.
I put no faith in the god they try to force upon me.
I commit my faith to chance…”

— Rhonda M. Ward / “Desirous of Her Liberty at This Time”