( Here is an excerpt from the story in my mind)
Dorothy sat, contemplating the ruins of her world. War, corruption, and indifference had brought about a poverty not seen in decades. Not only the monetary kind of poverty, but one that brought desolation to the spirit of her people. As the powerful storm brewed behind her, floodwaters threatened to overwhelm the dam, a reminder of the destruction of Wicked Katrina’s reign. Dorothy felt pulled to get off the wall. Utopia was right around the corner.