Friday, March 20, 2015

Flash Fiction # 138: The Fog (Drabble)

      Fog arrived like liquid silver, flashing with latent power. People ran to their cottages, doors and shutters quickly slammed, prayers whispered. The village went dark and still, except for the tendrils of magic. Sometimes a flash of blue showed where it found an unlucky mouse or bird, small payment for an immortality spell gone wrong.
The thicker fog came soon after, and within it were almost human shapes, ethereal as a breeze. They whispered, those shapes.
Come and live forever with us. . . .
Whatever lived within the fog was no longer human and lured no one tonight.
The fog would return.

(Drabbles are exactly 100 words long and quite fun to write sometimes!)

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ganymeder said...

A darker take on immortality. Very cool!

Jon Jefferson said...

never trust a fog. They are shifty and sly. One minute they are offering you immortality, the next they be zapping mice with blue magic.

S.E. Batt said...

Really loved this, Zette! Awesome scene-setting in such a small wordcount budget. :)

D. Paul Angel said...

I enjoyed the lyrical flow of words at the beginning of the story. Fog is such a pervasive and scary foe!

Tim VanSant Writes said...

I think there is little substance to their offer. ;-)