Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Mist

The fog rolls in off the coast. It falls between the hills and fills up the valleys. An empty silence descends upon the landscape and the men shiver in their coats. The officers pass before the line on their horses, looking out into the void where they cannot see. They listen for the enemy, but hear only the breathing of their own horses. Fear follows the fog, seeps into coats and the men shiver again. Then the drums begin to roll out of the fog.

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