Very Short Story: The Fog

Wet feet lightly tiptoe through the chilly grass.

There’s a dreamlike quality to this night as the fog sets into the moonlit garden.

Nadia pauses at a rose. One of those gut feelings tells her to run, but she’s frozen solid as fear grips her tightly.

Moving, she screams as her beloved kitty pops out of the tree and becomes entangled in her nightie.