Fantasy Drabble #47 “Waiting For Charles”

It was before dawn when the fog rolled in, so we thought nothing of it. When the midmorning sun didn’t burn it off, though, we thought it odd. Charles went to work late, but he went.

The office called an hour later, wondering where he was. There was no answer on his cell phone when I tried it. A while later, our phone stopped working altogether.

It’s been getting thicker, darker all day. I’ve closed the windows tight. I can’t see the end of the driveway. It’s oddly quiet, like after a snowfall.

I just want Charles to come home.

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