I’d love some feedback on this beginning. What do you like? Not like? Where do you see it going? Thoughts?

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The fog settled just above the road. She could see her feet, but it was like they were disembodied from the world. It was the invisible man with feet. Cold clung in icy drops to her eyebrows and lashes. Taking off one wool mitten to see why her phone had stopped playing the novel she was listening to, she could feel the slick ice frozen to her nylon sleeves.

Leaving the house to walk in the light of the setting moon, she’d forgotten to wrap the phone in the fleece warmer and it had frozen in the cold wind. The battery didn’t enjoy cold walks in the dark, especially with a twenty mile-an-hour wind blowing through the thin nylon pocket that protected it.

Oh well, it gave her more time to think. There are those who wondered what she needed so much time to think about and why she insisted on this long journey every day, but no one could know her demons, her desires, her dreams, or her dread. The novel distracter her, but in ways that helped her too. The seer had just relayed a vision of pain and death to the small group of friends charged with restoring light to a dark world before the darkness took over completely.

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She thought she could use that, somehow, in her own story. But it was gone now and she was left to consider the real work waiting for her at home, her own dark thoughts that crept up out of the fog, chilling her calves through the exposed skin just above her short Smart Wool socks.