The Fog

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This is a sample read of a book narrated by Zaina Juliette

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Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Transcript

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the fog. By thai Perry I watched your weave in and out of the fog as the fog itself winds around the trees and the early morning sun, everything is moving and everything is alive except me. Why did I come to these mountains again? Oh, that's right. To be closer to my father. He took me here when I was a child. Then again, I also came out here to be literally closer to him. He's buried in these mountains and if my rifle has its way, I'll be buried out here too. Well. More likely my corpse will be eaten by predators, but my soul will be with him. Why do I care about that? Religious ********? I never was a good catholic. I went through the motions and didn't concern myself with jesus. My God was a bottle of whiskey and an empty bar, but that was a years ago. I haven't been that kind of man in a long time. I guess it's natural for one's thoughts to turn to the beginning when they find themselves at the end. I shake my head and put my rifle against the closest tree as I rub my hands together, a pathetic attempt at warming them up. And after a moment I sigh and pick up my rifle. I resume my stare into the swirling fog. Whole worlds and ideas come into focus and disappear as soon as I can recognize them. The deer has long since wandered off as I stand with my own thoughts haven't wandered off as well. The fog is constantly changing, kind of like I felt after Karen left me. Oh God, why am I thinking about her again, my therapist said. Sometimes sad things get stuck in our minds, like fish gets stuck in a fisherman's net and however much the fish struggles, it cannot break free until the fisherman pulls the fish up to be slaughtered. That's what I need to do, be the fishermen of my own mind and slaughter the fish. Of my painful memories. But like all things, my therapist says, it's easier said than done.