The Drifters

Emma watches her husband sail away.

Each time he drifts into the fog, he returns a different man — as if the mist keeps something behind.

His growing restlessness had imposed itself upon their dreams. And in the mornings, they talked as if the fog didn’t exist.

Faint mist encroaches the shore, drifting over and into littered bottles as they helplessly watch each other disappear. Emma closes her eyes against its grey interminable sadness and mystery, hoping he will return happy, fearing he may be lost forever, knowing the tides of unspoken love between them will soon be enshrouded completely.

© 2017 Occasional Dreams
In response to: Friday Fictioneers, 17 February 2017
Image by: Liz Young

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting these Friday Fictioneer Challenges.


31 thoughts on “The Drifters

  1. Science Fiction writer Larry Niven once wrote a series of short stories based on the idea that fog wasn’t water vapor but rather interdimensional distortions. People going out into the fog ended up in a different version of Earth, a different quantum universe.

    Maybe when he goes away in the fog, a different version of him comes back.

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    1. Oh, I like that idea. There is something mysterious and somewhat threatening about an incoming blanket of fog. Many horror writers have employed it to good use. In this case I intended it to represent an overwhelming feeling of sadness that lessens a person and, eventually, could encroach between two loving people. Thanks for reading!

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  2. Fog – symbolic for many things and usually seen as a physical manifestation – I may be drifting away from your story but as I read your words I thought about an unseen fog that develops over time when we stop being really honest about our feelings and use circumstances and excuses to cover up the real issues we are facing with another person – the invisible fog we create seems almost impenetrable – your story just made me over think a little bit. The heaviness she felt – it came across really well and his restlessness and needing to find himself – so many nuances to the story it speaks of a life spent together with so much unsaid. really good one!

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    1. Thanks, Gina. In the same way the doll’s head is an expressionistic representation of her feelings, the fog was intended to symbolise his. How and why the fog came in the first place is probably irrelevant. But I’ve always found something terrifying about being lost in fog — the onset of panic as it thickens, not knowing where you’ll end up, not seeing and not being seen. Thank you for reading and for extrapolating so much from it. 🙂

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