Fog

The only things missing tonight are the London Bridge and Jack the Ripper. It’s foggy, cold and eerily quiet. No wind, no moon and the lights in the houses across the street are a gloomy yellow and barely visible. I was outside earlier and the absolute stillness gave me the creeps. Wait!...did I just hear the fog-muffled sound of leather heels clicking on cobblestones? Why did the dogs just run for the house?