The Taste

A slow deep fog had crept into town before dawn, and with the light, most of what one saw was thick impenetrable grey past a few yards in any direction. The fog was cool and damp, with the smell of the lake in it; a welcome change from the dry heat of the past few days, but decidedly odd. Something in the air tasted sharp, wrong. He watched his flanks as he made his way down the main road towards the general store; he did not expect an attack, but in this fog, it would not hurt to be ready.