Мгла
The Coming of the Mist.
SomeoneelserespondedthathehadseenafunnylineofmistonLongLakenotanhourago.Thefirstwhistlewhoopedandscreamed.Ididn’tlikeit.Itsoundedlikebig-leaguedoomblowingthatway.
Morepeoplewentout.Afewevenlefttheirplacesinline,whichspeededuptheproceedingsabit.ThengrizzledoldJohnLeeFrovin,whoworksasamechanicattheTexacostation,cameduckinginandyelled:"Hey!Anybodygotacamera?"Helookedaround,thenduckedbackoutagain.
Thatcausedsomethingofarush.Ifitwasworthtakingapictureof,itwasworthseeing.
SuddenlyMrs.Carmodycriedinherrustybutpowerfuloldvoice,"Don’tgooutthere!"
Peopleturnedaroundtolookather.Theorderlyshapeofthelineshadgrownfuzzyaspeoplelefttogetalookatthemist,orastheydrewawayfromMrs.Carmody,orasItheymilledaround,seekingouttheirfriends.Aprettyyoungwomaninacranberry-coloredsweatshirtanddark-greenslackswaslookingatMrs.Carmodyinathoughtful,evaluatingway.Afewopportunistsweretakingadvantageofwhateverthesituationwastomoveupacoupleofplaces.ThecheckerbesideBudBrownlookedoverhershoulderagain,andBrowntappedhershoulderwithalongfinger."Keepyourmindonwhatyou’redoing,Sally."
"Don’tgooutthere!"Mrs.Carmodyyelled."It’sdeath!Ifeelthatit’sdeathoutthere!"
BudandOllieWeeks,whobothknewher,justlookedimpatientandirritated,butanysummerpeoplearoundhersteppedsmartlyaway,nevermindingtheirplacesinline.
