Vague, shrouded, blurred, etheral images are conjured up.

I thought I'd find my way home; but in this "pea souppa", all couldn't be vaguer.

Shrouded wisps of rent and clining mist shapes, cloying to the person.

Everywhere so blurred and disorentiated "couldn't find anything".

Ghostly and etheral like; the mist permeating all "other worldly" and "oddly travelled indoors too".

All perception of self image lost in the mist's languid, unforgiving grip.

There to conjure up the most ghastly mist monsters that ever existed; waiting just for you.


By Anita Griffiths

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