Tagged: fog

Forest Fog, fiction about memory 0

More Important Than Fog

Short Story   I stepped off the porch and into the chill. It was four in the morning. Even the birds and the insects burrowing into the muck knew enough to be asleep. The...

Girl in the Fog 2

Fog

Yesterday, I forgot your scent. Wisps of your body perfume No longer linger in my memory. Today, I forgot your grasp. My hand in yours, those lovely fingers No longer touch my memory. As if...