The fog rolled in on October 13th, and didn’t leave for 3 years.
Even when we travelled, it clung to us. Wherever we went, it followed. Our world became ten feet wide.
We held a crisis meeting in the town hall. We were promised action, but of course nothing happened.
Once, I would look at the distant hills from my bedroom window. After the first few months, I forgot what they looked like.
Then, one day, it left. Once again, we could see everything. We were no longer alone.
We’ve built blockades while we wait for it to come back.
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Penzance? I really can’t think where you get your weirdo from! Good story though, another one you could do more with and make it properly scary