A Dim Sight

When the gray comes to stay.

foggy plain w trees behindPhoto credit: Joy Pixley



Stepping through the hut’s door, Hennar froze.  The mist.  That was no ordinary morning fog.  All those rumors of people caught in the endless mist, villages emptied in its wake.  But that was so far away.  How could it be here already?

Hennar yelled to her husband to gather what he could while she shook the children awake.  If they left right away, they might yet outrun it.

Her hand quivering, she opened the shutters on the kitchen wall.

The mist was there too.

Hennar squeezed her youngest to her chest.  No way around.  They would have to go through.



Word count: 100.  Written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Click here to see other stories and/or post your own.  Rochelle provided the original photo prompt:

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Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Note that the Endless Mist (a.k.a. the Killing Fog) is part of a longer story about an event in Layor that, while its actual implications were scary enough, nonetheless inspired many spurious tales of terror among its people.  You might feel reassured to know that Hennar and her family are probably not in any immediate danger—other than becoming refugees if they abandon their farm—although a community in panic can create its own risks.

See another story about Hennar here: Fog of Death



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28 thoughts on “A Dim Sight

  1. Oooh, I do love a good fog story. The idea of there being evil in an ominous fog has always intrigued me (probably why I love the movies so much). I have a cousin who goes to school in Olney, IL, and apparently the fog get’s really bad out there. If you’re not home before the fog arrives, you’re not going anywhere!

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    • I can see why. Thick fog really can be creepy! It blocks your sight, it muffles your hearing so that everything sounds weird and distorted — anything could be out there! I usually find fog to be very beautiful, if in a haunting way, but when it’s thick, or it’s getting dark… yeah, it’s right on the edge of tipping into horror territory.

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  2. This is very eerie and frightening. I would like to know if they made it. Their is a Halloween movie that has to do with how dangerous the fog is, but I can’t remember it’s name. Great story. I’d like to know what happened to the family.

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    • Thanks Rochelle! Actually, although I know more about the event itself and how it plays out more broadly, I didn’t have a longer story in mind for Hennar and her family in particular. But now that everyone is asking, it makes me wonder what happens to them!

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  3. Fog like the dark provokes deep fears – potentially a really interesting longer story. You capture the building panic of the family really well.
    I actually love the mist and even more so since wandering around in Antony Gormley’s cloud in a box – don’t know if you’ve ever come across that?

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    • Yes, and that’s what happens in this event — people get irrationally scared of the fog itself and make the whole phenomenon much worse than it actually is. I’d never heard of the Antony Gormley exhibit but just looked it up — Blind Light is the name he gives it — very interesting!

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    • I’m afraid she’s correct — this is the supernatural mist everyone’s been talking about, and the sun won’t shine through it for quite some time. Luckily though, the rumors have overblown how dangerous the mist is to walk through. I think Hennar and her family should make it through safely… But once they abandon their farm, then what?

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    • Thank you! The photo is from a series that I took in my neighborhood during an especially foggy (and eerie) morning, and I immediately thought of using it for a story about the Endless Mist. Given that I have several more foggy photos I could use, it seems I really *should* write more stories about that mysterious event…. 🙂

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  4. Mist and fog in stories always conjure up thoughts that something unpleasant is about to happen. It seems that the sighting of the mist in this piece brings with it very worrying tales: villages emptied in its wake. This mist is evidently no ordinary one . . .
    Now I want to know what happens next. Well written, Joy.

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