Somewhere in the Grey (for May 25)

We stagger through the fog. It burns our eyes. We don’t know where we are going. We cling to each other.

I open my mouth to speak, in a desperate attempt to communicate. The bitter fog fills my mouth, burns my lungs; it chokes me.

I can’t breath. I can’t breath.

My hand drops from your arm.

You disappear.

My hands grope around in the grey. I can’t find you.

Where are you?

My lungs constrict. I fall to the ground.

A hand on my shoulder. Two more hands pulling me up. 

But I don’t know who it is.

Panic