The following text is adapted from John Matheus’s 1925 short story “Fog.”
The fog extended its tentacles over city and river, gradually obliterating traces of familiar landscapes. At five-thirty the old Panhandle bridge, supported by massive sandstone pillars, stalwart as when erected fifty years before to serve a generation now passed behind the portals of life, had become a spectral outline against the sky.
The fog extended its tentacles over city and river, gradually obliterating traces of familiar landscapes. At five-thirty the old Panhandle bridge, supported by massive sandstone pillars, stalwart as when erected fifty years before to serve a generation now passed behind the portals of life, had become a spectral outline against the sky.