Ocean of Smoke
The fog felt heavy, swallowing everything in its path. You couldn’t even see your hips if you stepped into the fog. The villagers stayed inside when it came through. They knew better than to test their luck after the last time the fog paraded itself through. “Mama, do you think it will stay as long as last time?” Lex questioned her mother. “Lord knows,” her mother sighed. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t find its way inside this house.” Lex sat at the window, staring at the fog as it made its way through. As she stared into the ominous mass, she saw a glint of black shine through.
