THE TYRANT AND THE FOG

THE TYRANT AND THE FOG

“A thick and heavy fog was hanging over the street, a theater curtain possessed by unnatural life. If the Castaway extended his arm, the fog swallowed his hand, transmuted it into something strange, a black claw or a hovering insect.

The Castaway looked around, searching for some point of reference, something familiar. The fog ebbed in a hypnotic rhythm, as if this place was located in the middle of a wasteland raked by silent bomb impacts.”

Published in: The Evening Theatre, May Performance, May 2018

Short Fiction, Weird Fiction

Publication Date: 7. May 2018

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