It was a foggy night. The rain had finally settled and the fog rolled in.
The radio blared on about lawsuits, failed drug trials, tax shields, and sports games that I didn’t have time to watch.
I glanced over at the clock on my dash and watched it tick-on. It made me think of the places beyond the fog.
I grabbed my book of recipes for this moment and mixed the worlds.
I thought of a place beyond, the land between, and the world that could be.
I wrote a description for each, heroes, villains, tax codes, and tick-tock men to guard the gates.
The world you make may be too much or just enough. Be a minimalist if you desire.
Just get your pen and paper filled with something.