Submitted by Russ Towne
Melissa was drawn to the hill from the moment she inherited this property from an aunt she’d never met. It was always shrouded in fog. The fog remained through rainstorms and when everywhere else was sunny.
Melissa was a quadriplegic from a childhood accident. Her wheelchair was battery-powered but couldn’t climb the hill. One day, she hired me to push her to the summit. With her cat, Curiosity, in her lap, I moved them up the long slope. After much effort, we reached the fog line.
I sat to catch my breath, and Curiosity stretched her way off Melissa’s lap to investigate the new surroundings. Melissa motored toward the fog, first with hesitant movements, then with growing confidence. She disappeared when the fog enveloped her.
A moment later, she walked out of the fog. I thought I was hallucinating. Walked!?
She wore the most amazing smile and a beautiful dress of a shimmering material that reflected the sunlight. Melissa looked about ten years older, but the laugh lines looked good on her.
I sat in shock when Melissa picked up Curiosity. She looked at me with radiant, twinkling eyes, put a finger to her lips, winked, and nodded toward the fog. Without a word, she returned to it.
It was the last anyone here ever saw of her, or of me.