Just As I Thought

Socked in

I spoke too soon the other day when I said that the fog is held at bay by the mountains — this morning I awoke to find myself living in a strange gray world. It’s science fiction fog, the kind that makes you feel like your neighborhood has been beamed up to some strange gray void and there is nothing beyond it. Looking across the street, I should be able to see more houses at the top of the hill… instead, I see nothing. There is nothing left in the world except my street, and beyond that is a void. We’ve been transported to a Twilight Zone of nothingness.
Sometimes I can hear deep, loud growls of construction trucks as they head up the hill. At least, I think they’re trucks. I hope this doesn’t become a Stephen King kind of thing, with horrible creatures waiting just beyond the limits of visibility…

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