Lost In The Fog

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Lost In The Fog

You know what? I’m out of here?” I said. Things were getting way too tense and we needed a bit of alone time or either Kyle or I would go that bit too far. That’s the problem with words; once you’ve said them you can’t just press ‘delete’ and make them go away.

No, Carla, you can’t just walk away. We need to talk this through.”

Not like this, we don’t.” I walked out to the hall and pulled my jacket on.

Okay. Go! Go on!” Kyle gave me his exasperated look. I knew what was coming but he went ahead and said the words anyway. “Don’t go too far.”

Jeez, anyone would think that I’m a child the way you treat me.” I wanted to say so much more but bit the words back. I wanted to cool down, that’s why I was going. I’d bring up his attitude towards me later, when I had regained a bit of composure.

It was that time in the evening when the sun is just disappearing from view, leaving everywhere in a strange limbo of neither being light nor dark. I could see enough to know where I was going. Or at least that was how it is when I set out.

It’s a funny thing, how places you are so familiar with from inside a car soon become disorientating when you are on foot. At least that is how it worked out for me. Perhaps I should have paid a bit more attention rather than walk along lost in thought. Nothing seemed familiar, and then from nowhere, the fog came down.

This fog, it’s not like a mist, and it did not form gradually but dropped in a thick blanket. It quickly became so thick that I could not even make out my feet, let alone work out which way I was going. It is a horrible thing, soaking me through even though it is not raining. I can feel it making its way down my throat and into my lungs and for a moment I panic. Will it drown me?

No, but it is thick enough to make me cough, as I turn this way and that, desperately seeking something, anything that looks familiar. I can’t help wondering whether Kyle will notice, come looking for me in the car, but for now all around me is silence. I call out, just in case one of the neighbors should hear, but the fog smothers my voice, making me mute.

I can feel my pulse beginning to race as adrenaline floods its way into my bloodstream. I’m all keyed up for fight or flight, but both are impossible. Hating myself for having to do it, I take a deep breath. The idea was to calm myself but instead I feel myself choking. Tears of frustration and fear form in my eyes, but I dash them away. There is no way that I am going to let myself cry.

Picking a random direction I take one step, followed quickly by another. And then I remember the bogland. I’ve never had to give it much thought before. It looks pretty much the same as anywhere else from inside the safety of the car. The rushes are what gives it away, but I’m not going to see them, not in the dark and the fog.

I can’t help but think what a terrible way it would be to die. Sinking slowly but surely, knowing there was no way to escape once the moist bog began to suck you down. How terrifying must it be to know that the thick and stagnant earth was about to fill mouth, nose, ears and eyes, and of course eventually, lungs. The fact that the bog is remarkable at preserving is no consolation to me. So, my expression of terror is going to be kept for anyone that discovers my corpse to see does nothing to ease my panic. In fact the fear paralyses me.

Quite how long I stand there I don’t know. I’m drenched and shivering, my jacket weighing me down more than keeping me at all warm. And then I see a figure approaching me. Or at least a dark shape.

Kyle must have come looking for me, in spite of our war of words.

I turn towards the figure and take one step forward then another. “Kyle? Is that you?” My words once again are enveloped and silenced, but this time I don’t care. Who else could it be?

I give into my feelings of relief, reach out my arms, but then I notice another figure and another. There are at least four people moving towards me so it can’t be Kyle, can it?

They are moving steadily closer, converging on one point. The point where I am standing. So tall they are; thick hulking figures that could never have been my boyfriend. I’m not short but they dwarf me. So close now and yet the fog still hides their features.

Hello!” I force myself to say. “Will you help me? I’m lost... lost in the fog.”

The figure looms in front of me and I concentrate on that single individual. It, for I cannot now call it human, bends towards me, it’s nostrils flaring as it picks up my scent. Eyes that are hooded, gleaming maliciously and a semi-human mouth that is drooling.

Suddenly I make a break for it. I’d rather drown in the bog-lands than be consumed by these monsters. I’m small enough to dodge through the space between them, and I do escape, I know I do, until something grabs hold of me and pulls me back into the circle they’ve made. I fight. I lash out with my arms and legs, scream out loud even though I know my voice won’t penetrate the fog.

And just when I’ve given up any hope of breaking free, two fog-lights appear and suddenly those figures start retreating, leaving me weak and shaken, hoping that it is Kyle behind the wheel.

 

 


Submitted: October 15, 2020

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Mike S.

Quite shocking for her/him; excellent, Hull

Thu, October 15th, 2020 7:28pm

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Thanks, Mike.

Fri, October 16th, 2020 5:39am

Joe Stuart

Oh, thank goodness Hully. You rescued yourself at last--unless someone or something bad is coming behind the fog lights. I have been lost in fog just once, out in the bush country. It is a scary and potentially dangerous experience. Happily I didn't meet any monsters. I found a track by pure chance. But if I had gone in a different direction...

Thu, October 15th, 2020 9:26pm

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I hate the fog, Joe. Even in a car I don't like traveling through it. But walking, it is so easy to become disorientated.
Thanks so much for reading!

Fri, October 16th, 2020 5:41am

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