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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