ICT teaching in the community

 here is your commission piece

Use this story to create an audio experience

Missed you!

Soapy closed the door and stepped into the chilly night. Mist swirled all around him and he gasped as it spun around his head. He waved it away, running towards the village green. The fog seemed alive, thickening, tightening and squeezing. Soapy couldn’t breathe, choking and gasping,  he fell to the ground. The fog hesitated, in the headlights of the late bus it glowed blood red. The bus was late as it sped through the village. It tangled with the fog dragging along poor soapy. Rear wheels bumped his body but the bus felt nothing and disappeared into the night