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Morning (very) Short Fiction
Oct. 5th, 2009 09:38 amHe stepped out into the chill of the morning, autumn air. He breathed heavy, enjoying the brisk cool air in his lungs. The fog hung low, hugging the tops of the trees, bringing his world into soft focus and he smiled to no one in particular.
He stepped through the gate and on to the sidewalk. It was quiet, very little traffic on the street and the pedestrian population was almost zero. As he walked, the fog and the stillness followed him, the comforting gray surrounding him.
When he came to the corner, he stopped. He reached out with his arms, his fingers snagging the air. He gently pulled and tugged, surrounding himself in a shroud of mist. His smile broadened into a contented grin as the shroud of vapor became thicker and more obscuring.
As car passed, the cloak of fog swirled and dissipated, as did the man. The sidewalk was now empty, but for a remaining sense of contentedness.
He stepped through the gate and on to the sidewalk. It was quiet, very little traffic on the street and the pedestrian population was almost zero. As he walked, the fog and the stillness followed him, the comforting gray surrounding him.
When he came to the corner, he stopped. He reached out with his arms, his fingers snagging the air. He gently pulled and tugged, surrounding himself in a shroud of mist. His smile broadened into a contented grin as the shroud of vapor became thicker and more obscuring.
As car passed, the cloak of fog swirled and dissipated, as did the man. The sidewalk was now empty, but for a remaining sense of contentedness.
