He stumbled forwards in the haze, eyes wide glancing wildly round. With every step forward, visibility grew but recognition faded. Every building that surrounded him was a tainted with a grey haze as they shifted and whirled within his moving world. Rubbing his eyes, he hoped for greater clarity, but nothing. He noted only the coldness of his hands against his face. What was wrong with him?!
Something bellowed. A deep mournful cry that rang through his buzzing head and he stopped terrified, heart leaping into his throat. What would make a cry like that? Where was he?! Glancing round him, he stared at his surroundings again, at the rows of grey indistinct houses that faded from view, the round yellow lights that hovered in the air above black sticks they silhouetted. A pair of bright white lights pierced the haze, casting long lines of illumination along a path, and he watched as a car rolled past, slow and silent in its caution.
Turning back to the way he had been heading, a shadow appeared, then another. Glancing back, he spotted two behind him. He was trapped. His heart racing he stumbled backwards until he felt the cold press of the railings through his shirt. What were they, to appear so soundlessly, to have no features? Where was he?! They approached, and he relaxed as their features became apparent. An older couple, they were hunched in their coats and walking purposefully along the pavement, determined to get to their destination quickly.
He rushed up to them babbling seeking help, but they avoided him, crossing the road and shaking their heads nervously. Dejectedly, he continued forward, stumbling over his own feet as his terror subsided to a sudden weariness. Another shadow appeared before him, and stopped, seeming to wait for his approach. As he looked up, he saw the blurry outline of his housemate watching him with his usual resigned expression.
“MateyoudonnowhowgladIamtoseeyou!” The words rushed out of him as he draped his arms round his shoulders and clung to him, sobbing. “IdunnowhereIam”
“You’re on Rodney street Paul.” Jake sighed, wrapping his arm round his friend’s waist to help him move slowly forwards.
“You’re drunk Paul.” Jake resisted the urge to agree.
“ButIcan’tsee…” The thing bellowed again, and Paul stopped, looking round wildly. “Watsthat?!”
“That is a fog horn Paul. You can’t see because we’re in the middle of a fog.”
This occured to me earlier thism orning,and then again this evening as I walked through the fog that barely seems to have lifted before settlingdown again. The thought crossed my mind how confusing a fog would be to someone in an easily confused stateof mind….say, perhaps, drunk!
This is the situation I found myself thinking this through in