Heavy fog
January 30, 2017She tried to remember what the landscape looked like before the heavy fog rendered it invisible. As she approached, looming shapes changed. A giant became a lamp post. A bear became a fir.
She kept driving, though she could barely see the road four feet in front of her headlights. She flipped her beams to high, then returned them to low after they overpowered the curtain that had fallen on her life.
In the absence of normal input, everything threatened. Every tenth of a mile brought her closer to a wreck. Every intersection presented a frightening, dubious choice.
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