50 Word Stories: The Fog


The fog swirls in endless loops like galaxies in a grey universe. I flash my torch at them wondering if billion of eyes are staring back thinking me their God. I aren’t their God, but it makes me puff out my chest, smile, and press on into this gloomy forever.

Nb: I bet you can’t guess what kind of weather I’ve run through this morning. 😉

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