The Fog

Dani drove along the deserted road. At four in the morning there was never much traffic. Lately it was one of the things that Dani liked about opening the gas station every morning. It gave her time to think. This morning was her first day back at work in almost a week. The last few days had been dark and bleak, leaving her gasping for air as she tried to find a reason to keep going, a reason to live. Dani felt lost. Her world came crashing down like shattered glass around her feet when her mother died suddenly. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision, as she remembered their last conversation.

“Dani,” her mother had said into the phone, “you know that I love you and that I am so very proud of you.” She paused a moment. “But you need to decide what your purpose is.” Dani listened to the words her mother spoke. “You can’t keep living like this.”

Dani hung her head, keeping the phone to her ear. She knew her mother meant well, but sometimes Dani was annoyed by her constant nagging.

“I know Ma, I know,” was all she could say. “I gotta go, love you, Ma.” She had no idea those would be the last words she spoke to her mother. The following morning she would receive a phone call from the neighbor while at work that her mother had been rushed to the hospital. Dani didn’t make it there in time, her mother died from a heart attack.

Dani hung on to that last conversation in her mind, trying not to let the memory wander off. Her hands trembled as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the steering wheel. Her heart pounding in her chest. Pulling her rusted Ford over to the side of the road she sat there staring out the window, wiping the tears away she noticed that the fog was getting thicker.

“That’s weird,” she said out loud, her voice booming in the air. The fog covered the road. She leaned closer to the windshield trying see the road in front of her. The lights from the store gleamed through, pulling out onto the road she slowly drove toward the parking lot.

The parking lot was wider than that of most gas stations, allowing for the larger trucks to make their way into the lot. A diesel pump sat off the far left, while the other eight gas pumps stood in a line parallel to the front of the building. The building had an A-shaped frame. A sign, reading ‘Field’s Market,’ was attached to the…

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