Thursday, February 20, 2014

100 Words a Day 553

The weird weather had created a thick fog that sat unmoving in the streets. The rain had melted the snow, leaving large, dirty puddles at all the crosswalks.

They stood in the drizzle, waiting for the bus, and looked at the heavy fog. It had reduced visibility down the skyscraper lined street to a block or so.

“Hey man. The fog is like a fog door in Dark Souls. You don’t know what’s beyond it. It could be anything.”

“Yeah, or like that horror movie with the fog. There could be anything out there, and we’d never know.”

“Fuckin nerds.”

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