Friday, January 30, 2015

Fog 2.0

I wasn't intending it to be this short, but here you go: 50 words in about 5 minutes. Haven't even finished my first cup of coffee...

The fog is claustrophobic.

An unsettling clash, a brawl of warm and cool.

Moisture in the air fills my lungs, displacing oxygen. A long, slow drowning death. Peaceful and heavy, like white sheets and plump down pillows. 


Like his elbow on my chest, like his hand on my mouth.


Last Friday in January!

It's been crazy foggy lately, and since I do love fog, I thought it was time for another Flash Fiction Friday challenge.

Here's the line, you know the rules :)

The fog is claustrophobic.