The Fog

Wet feet lightly tiptoe through the chilly grass.

There’s a dreamlike quality to this night, as the fog sets into the moonlit garden.

Nadia pauses at a rose. One of those gut feeling tells her to run, but she’s frozen solid as fear grips her tightly.

Moving, she screams as her beloved kitty pops out of the tree and becomes entangled in her nightie.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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