Snippets and Shorter Stories Caught in a Fog

Day Ten: November is already a third over. Another week of school and work for me. Sometimes, I feel a pull from nature, beckoning me to just forget all I have to do and run away. As I get closer and closer to graduating, the pull gets gradually stronger. Senioritis is real. One and a half more semesters!

The Fog in the Woods

A great wanderlust took hold of him like an invisible thread pulled him from the house into the open woods. Grabbing his grandmother’s blanket Sam pushed the front door open. Mopsy barked enthusiastically, following his friend and master out of the stuffy house. At first Sam moved jerkily, like a wooden puppet in the hands of a master puppeteer warming up his joints. After passing the mailbox though he broke into a fluid run following the well-worn path between the orchard and forest. A foggy haze blanketed the air, dulling the sun and his mother’s frantic call for him to return.