Fog

Fog, a photo by Oneshed on Flickr.

Kate groped in a fog so thick that seemed of being immersed in an ocean of milk. Her footsteps echoed in the milky nothing as the anguish gripped her heart like a pincer. She had lingered too that evening unwittingly while the mist enveloped the city taking away shape of everything.
She still had to walk a few hundred meters between her and the station and every step echoed in her a sense of dull anxiety.
Only when he finally found the lights of the station and boarded the train finally the terror of being lost forever in the milk left.