Sunset popped her back as her bare feet softly patted the hardwood floor. The dim lighting of the apartment illuminated the place with a soft orange glow, but thankfully it wasn’t bright enough to produce a glare in the window. She approached the square glass pane and peered out. The night seemed to be like any other: the street lamps were dimly shining, the stars were brightly twinkling, the streets were empty and the town was still.
However, the misty, pale fog was just beginning to creep in, splitting down the streets like mischievous tendrils and covering the ground in a soft white glow. It breathed its way in, pulsing and throbbing like it was alive. As it thickened, lamp after lamp was enveloped in its haze, their lights dimming to but a dull flicker. The town soon seemed much darker than before, and Sunset could hardly see what lay across the street.
The fog continued to roll in lazily, but that wasn’t all. There was something else, something solid in the haze. She squinted and pressed her nose to the glass, but all she could see was a shadow. And as the low cloud thickened, she saw even less than that. Two or three distant lamps flickered occasionally, but other than that there was no movement…
Or was there…
She squinted and bit her lip. Far away, almost completely blurred by the smog, a person was slowly sauntering away. She could make out no details, and just as soon as she had seen it, the figure was gone in the haze.
Slowly, she turned from the window with a shrug. Whoever it was, was lost in the mist. “Not my concern,” she muttered.
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