Bridge into Cloud by Patrick Firth
Halfway
across, Detroit disappeared into a cloud. Though all the other cars
turned around he kept on going. He had been born and raised in Windsor,
lived in Windsor, worked in Windsor. Still, the thought that Detroit was
disappearing was too much for him. In that moment, he decided he would
follow it wherever it went. His car disappeared into the fog, and he was
never seen again.
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