The fog is lifting
It’s moving and drifting away
The city’s beauty will be revealed soon
She smiled to herself and thought,
“I did it just in time”
The fog was so thick a few hours ago so she was sure that
No one had seen her out before the crack of dawn
And dispose the bloody trash bags…
© Maria Michaela
For the visually challenged writer, the photo above shows a woman sitting on a chair looking out of a large window at a long suspension bridge on a gray, foggy day.
The above is a response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #156 #FFFC
Maria Michaela Poetry 
Aside from the murderous possibility, i did comically think of a pretentious vegetarian sneaking out meaty dinner remains
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Hahaha that is possible. She never did made it clear.
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Ooh!
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Quite shocking!
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burn off not burn off
rise up
and sweep the cobwebs
cos today is so new
you?
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It’s a new day
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sounds like a jethro tull song
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