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He took one more step, ending at the peak of the grassy knoll. Views from every angle, showing long, grassy fields that rolled on forever, or so it seemed. Fog was rolling in, with the efficiency of a Roman battalion, smothering everything that it touched, eating away at the earth and replacing all beauty, light and hope with clones of itself. It slowly edged closer, a few trees in a moment. He sighed. The warm breath glided upwards, forming a small cloud of its own, steaming the small spectacles perched on the nose. A large, pale hand reached up, slowly removing the spectacles from the man's nose, before wiping them with a small piece of faded fabric. The eerie silence was broken by a loud huffing sound alongside the inevitable sound of a heavy bag.

"About damn time you got here son." Whispered the man.
The small not whimpered "Sorry dad, I got distracted…" The man moved uncomfortably. "Sorry son. I shouldn't have been like that."

The small boy walked forward a few steps, taking in the full view of the rolling fog. The slight smile melted into a face of fear. The man stood beside him, staring at the incoming cloud of confusion. "Yes. We're going into that." Was uttered, before the man took up pace once more, charging forward, ready to attack the unknown. The rolling clouds had reached the man - he took the first step into the grey confusion, speeding forward and climbing over rocks, weeds and other impurities in the landscape. The fog became like syrup, blocking the view of the man, preventing his progress. He checked his watch. 18:16. Yeah, it was time to put up the tent. As he dropped his bag to the floor,  he realised something was missing.

"Boy? Son?" He said, not wanting to get worried. He raised his voice, "Son? Say something!"



An owl called out in the distance.

Then silence. Once again.

The man picked up his bag and began to run. He couldn't lose his son. He went in the direction he came. Or so he thought? He was going too fast to worry now. He needed to find his son. His boy. His world. Why hadn't he held onto him?

He continued, not stopping, shouting for his son.

Then he realised that he was damp. He had run too far. Too fast. His heavy bag weighed him down. He was gone.
A depressing, short short story I wrote while stuck on the bus. A man and his son go camping. I don't want the description to be as depressing as the text.
Yes, I did go over the top with the description.
Yes, it's very depressing.


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Sanguithar Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
yay thanks for the +watch :3
MontyBojangles Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
My pleasure! Keep up the good work!
Aenea-Jones Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
:iconlainloveplz: Softness [WP] by Aenea-Jones  :iconlainloveplz:
EvannaVanyaEliska Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave~! I really appreciate it! :iconbubblecuteplz: (sorry for the really late thanks...)
Itite-Emakoiji Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks for the watch, Tom.
I do know you. ^_^ Recognised your 'Geek' picture. ♥
KumoNinjaFoxx Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Ta for the fave! ^^
IzumineKisamine Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Thank you for faving Game Over, I knew you loved me really~
TheNekoApprentice Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Hey Monty~ Guess who? :3
malaladanila Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2013
Many thanks for the favourite, Tom!
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