#Spooktober2020 Day 17: Fog

My early morning commute plunged me into thick fog along a stretch of highway known for twists and turns. Traffic around me didn’t slow. When I tapped my brakes, cars began flowing past, honking. I sped back up.

Bent over the steering wheel to see, I scanned the gray for my exit ramp. Ahead, several brake lights lit up red all at once. Clustered together like a multi-eyed monster, all eyes on me.

I yanked my steering wheel left, barely squeezing by a five-car pile-up. The ramp appeared just on the other side.

They were too close together. I mist.

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