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The fog.


2014-24-11--23-50-47 The Fog cI’ve just been out with my greyhound and it’s very foggy. The streetlights are tinting the fog a strange yellow – green.

Or are they? We’re in the witching hour now…ooooh!  If by any chance you have someone knock at your door between now and one, whatever you do, don’t answer it.

Remember the film The Fog? What happened to them when they answered their doors? Yes, there was sea water everywhere and sea weed by the bucket. A right mess they made and then they killed you. How very rude!

So, if you’ve got fog in your part of the world tonight…stay inside and don’t answer the door. Take it from me, that heavy, repetitive, dead thud on your door won’t be the postman, Jehovah Witnesses, Mormons, Avon Lady, the vicar, or the florist delivering flowers.

After one it might well be… you’ll be ok to go ahead and answer the door then.

Thanks for creeping up on me, on here and sleep well.

Until the next foggy time.

Author:

Many moons ago, I started to write. But, as life twisted and turned the only thing I got to write was letters, in my job. Things changed, I left my job and returned to the writing. I have loads of ideas and very little time to do them in.( Sound familiar?) I write, because I need to. When I am unable to write I walk in the shadow of madness. Some folk would argue that I'm there already. As well as writing, I read, paint, garden, knit and have just started making candles. I am owned by a retired greyhound called Daisy. My previous greyhound(Misty) was the inspiration to get writing again. Daisy is keeping that inspiration alive. Thanks for reading. Dorne x

2 thoughts on “The fog.

  1. Whenever my husband goes out by himself, the last thing he says to me is, “Don’t answer the door to anyone.”
    I am going to ask him if he ever saw that movie. I never heard of it and am sort of glad I haven’t. 🙂

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  2. There are two versions of it. The one that I have in mind hails from the 70’s. The things that do the door knocking are the ghosts of dead sailors. They arrive in a strange green fog and generally make a nuisance of themselves.
    Last night’s fog reminded me of it. I hurried home and waited for the knock at the door. LOL! 😅

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