This is my 100th blog post! *throws confetti* 100 posts in six months –I don’t know if that’s something worth celebrating, but I felt it was worth a brief mention.
The Lonely Mist
Veronica felt as bleak as the lake looked. Summer was over. Everyone had gone home -everyone but her. Living near a popular summer vacation spot wasn’t so sweet when fall rolled in like the voluminous veil of vaporous haze swirling above the water’s surface, shrouding the lake and Veronica both in melancholy.
The longer Veronica sat, the more expansive the fog became until Veronica could no longer see the rock beside her — a big problem when Veronica suddenly felt trapped within wispy walls of soupy clouds, as if the mist was alive, breathing, throbbing and pulsing with energy, feeding off of Veronica’s loneliness and desolation.