The Mist

She ran. The mist followed her. It felt cold to the touch, but also warm. Like the mist was a person longing for attention. It wisps crawled up her legs like tendrils, pulling her back. She broke free and ran faster. She didn’t care that her legs hurt from all the running, the adrenaline took care of that. The mist was still there, it’s tendrils sucking out the air from her lungs. She ran, and ran until she couldn’t run no more. Then she turned around, ready to face the monster within the veil. There was no monster, she had been running from empty air…

#fiction, #short, #thriller


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