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The Fog (The Village - Test Drive)
Sep. 18th, 2021 04:06 pm-The Fog-
Whispered conversations too quiet to fully understand lead him down empty streets. The discord is pierced at irregular intervals by sounds he's absolutely sure are unrelated. A young girl's giggling. A high pitched scream that stabs at his eardrums. Water rushing, but not the waves of the ocean. Concentrating on tracking what he can almost hear means he's failed to recognize what he doesn't hear, the common sounds that filter into the background. Here there is no background. No insects. No animals. No rustling of the trees. No wind assailing him.
The fog engulfs him from behind, a prickly sensation that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand immediately on end. He pivots, startled by the suddenness of it, and is greeted by white. An unending sea of clouds that reaches around and through him, having no respect for boundaries or the physicality of matter. What should be wonderous is instead a cage without bars. He squints and turns, disoriented, trying to find his path. Any path.
"DADDYYYYYYYY!"
His daughter's frightened cry is neither ahead nor behind, everywhere present all at once. His eyes fly wide but his feet take him nowhere. Which direction does he travel?
"Joanna!" he calls back. Only to receive no answer.
(villagememes | test drive)
Whispered conversations too quiet to fully understand lead him down empty streets. The discord is pierced at irregular intervals by sounds he's absolutely sure are unrelated. A young girl's giggling. A high pitched scream that stabs at his eardrums. Water rushing, but not the waves of the ocean. Concentrating on tracking what he can almost hear means he's failed to recognize what he doesn't hear, the common sounds that filter into the background. Here there is no background. No insects. No animals. No rustling of the trees. No wind assailing him.
The fog engulfs him from behind, a prickly sensation that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand immediately on end. He pivots, startled by the suddenness of it, and is greeted by white. An unending sea of clouds that reaches around and through him, having no respect for boundaries or the physicality of matter. What should be wonderous is instead a cage without bars. He squints and turns, disoriented, trying to find his path. Any path.
"DADDYYYYYYYY!"
His daughter's frightened cry is neither ahead nor behind, everywhere present all at once. His eyes fly wide but his feet take him nowhere. Which direction does he travel?
"Joanna!" he calls back. Only to receive no answer.
(villagememes | test drive)
