First Line Friday: February 12, 2021

Dylan Hughes hosts the First Line Friday challenge on alternate weeks to Jim Adams music challenge. More details can be found here

Your line for this week is:

The damp fog refused to burn away, eating up their street until the suburb became still and their house an island.

The damp fog refused to burn away, eating up their street until the suburb became still and their house an island.
Less than two hours ago, it had been warm and sunny, then temperatures changed, the skies turned grey, and the fog descended. Climate change was blamed, less hours of natural daylight, darker and longer nights.
One by one their neighbouring properties disappeared from view, each engulfed in an oppressive darkness that extended and billowed with an insatiable greed to consume.
In desperation, they locked their doors, huddled together in one room surrounded by candles and waited for the end to come.
The light outside their home flicked on and burned fiercely, not giving an inch to the black intruder, as if an appointed guardian over the final threshold to oblivion.
Still the damp fog refused to disperse, dancing around the perimeter in frustration searching for an opening, but this one island, swathed in white light, remained.
The light shone, brighter with every thwarted thrust from the misty shadows, protecting its charges within.
It was an age old battle between opposing forces, light and dark, good and evil.
Tonight, the light had won, but it was only a matter of time before darkness would become the more dominant, Time which was fast running out.

 

 

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