Visual Dare #13
Atmospheric
The presence of the fog sent chills down his spine as he
waded between the pylons, flinching as the rotten wood flaked away at his touch. His heart had not paused from its frantic
beat since he first entered the calm mist; waiting for it to rise and consume
him like it had so many before, ready to vanish at the slightest disturbance. Yet a small part ignored the terror of what
he was trying to do, and revelled in the salty foam that swirled around him, splashing
at his waist. He could almost feel its
icy cold caress, taste the salt as it coated his skin, and wished to sit above,
leaning out from the bridge to gaze across an ocean broiling with colour and
life. Instead he gripped the next post
and pushed on; praying he was right and the other side held more than just
death.
word count: 150
ghost boy,
Jaq xx