Out of the Fog

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“Fog’s burning off.”

I looked up at the feeble sun, just visible through the murk. The river was black with melted silver showing at the edges. We leaned on the fence, breathing hard. We ran as far as we could while the fog held, hoping to put in some distance.

“Your granda used to tell stories of the old country. Green hills and the mist coming down over the river.” Dad’s lilt came out, like it always did when he talked about his Da.

I heard the low thunder of countless feet.

“They’re coming,” I said.

Time to run again.

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24 thoughts on “Out of the Fog

  1. I want to know what “THEY” are. “Countless feet” is such an amazing phrase — two small words that evoke panic and fear and a sense of inevitability — that you are only one against leviathan. Well done! Wow — I really want to know more about this scene!

  2. For me, their peril is enough, I wouldn’t want to know more as there’s the suggestion that they may be caught……or of course, it’s an innocent chase with friends and all ends well. Very nicely written indeed, atmospheric and tense too.

  3. Maybe it’s just because I’ve taught kindergarten before, but I envision a lone adult, running ahead of a horde of screaming 5-year-olds. They’re small, but there’s strength in numbers.

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