Fog

A Fictional Narrative/Short story

Ranked 3rd in the Jessamyn West Writing Contest in the Fiction-Short story category.

It's like she's on a speeding train, smoke rising from the smoke stack, smoke that reminds her of the clouds and puffs that leave her lips, except not as satisfying, not as sinister, and not as thick as the fog that blurs her senses.

* There is still consideration for whether I should continue this as a novel or not, which is why I accidentally said it was a novel on the cover.

I would also like to point out that this story is a work of fiction and in no way is a reflection of myself as a person. My character is strictly the product of my imagination as well as some inspiration from someone close to me. I also hope that this story brings awareness to the harm my character is doing.