Скачать или смотреть The Fog With Abandonment Issues

At first, I assumed it was normal fog — the ordinary kind that mists around a field like it’s auditioning for a period drama.But no.This fog had… intentions.It didn’t float around generally.It didn’t drift vaguely.It followed me.A tight, three-foot-wide clump of fog stuck directly behind my shoulder like an anxious intern afraid to ask where the toilets are.I walked faster.It drifted faster.I stopped.It bumped gently into my back, then hovered there apologetically.“I don’t do clingy weather,” I informed it.It oozed closer.“I mean it,” I hissed. “I can’t even handle clingy people, or even people in the near vicinity.”The fog quivered with what could only be described as hurt feelings.By the time I reached Tesco Express, the fog had developed what I can only describe as an attachment style.It pressed itself against the automatic doors, trying to seep in.The sensor lights flickered in confusion as the fog repeatedly slammed its non-existent face into the glass.“Stay,” I told it firmly. “You do not need a meal deal.”It pulsed sadly.Inside, the manager eyed me suspiciously.“Is that… with you?” she asked, nodding at the fog plastered to the glass like it was auditioning to be my emotional support moisture.“It is NOT,” I said, loudly enough for the fog to hear.The fog sagged against the pane.When I left the shop, it perked right up, swirling adoringly around my ankles like a weather-based pet with boundary issues.“For the last time,” I said, stepping away, “I’m not your mother.”It followed anyway.A low rumble rolled across the sky, the kind of exasperated parental sigh clouds make when weather systems adopt a mortal without approval.“Don’t look at me,” I snapped upward. “YOU made it emotional.”The fog wrapped around my calf in a clingy, damp hug.Fantastic.I had accidentally imprinted on precipitation.