Writing prompt picture # 1

It was late. Midnight to be exact. The street was empty as it often was at this time, but that wasn’t the reason this particular street.

It was what crept through the misty dark in these cold streets that sent everyone inside.

All except me.

At midnight when the moon was high in the starry sky, the fog rolled in like a massive wave.

The fog is where the Beasts were said to live, and the Beasts were actually what I was looking for one particular night.

With my cane in hand, I limped down the cobblestone path towards the end of the street. I had acquired the limp a year ago from when I service in the Royal Navy.

The fog was just barely wrapping it’s long fingers around the bell tower at the end of the road.

An involuntary shudder ran down my body, as I watched the mist close around the building, swallowing it whole.

If I believed in the stories I would have turned around then and returned to my warm study in my townhouse on the other side of London.

I wrapped my heavy coat tighter around my broad shoulders, and continued my way down the road.

The fog now covered the bottom of the tallest buildings, some were barely visible, and was slithering across the street to where I was.

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