56. Gloves Off!
The fog was thick. Thick as a thick, thick bowl of fog soup.
Everywhere young Nicky Rostov turned he saw the dense white of the horrible thick fog. It was like being inside a pie made entirely of milk.
“Hello!” he shouted “It’s me Nicky Rostov is anyone there?” The thick, milky fog consumed his words like a pack of pigeons around an unlucky chip.
“I’m here to fight the French… I’m not scared” he shouted, a little too loudly.
Just then, through the thick horrible milky white fog, he saw an even whiter thing, white and bright as if a lighthouse were sailing across the battlefield.
As Nicky drew closer he saw it for what it was – a single, impeccably white glove, drifting down from the high cliff.
How did this glove get here? Where were the French? WHY was there so much fog?!
A short excerpt from:
War and Peace 2: There Will Be Fog
By WAPIN7’s Steve