100 words - Brewster's Fog

Walking slowly through Brewster's Fog, candy-flavored smoke swirling behind her, she pauses to check her reflection in the bike shop window. She frowns at the spokes across her wavy face and turns away. Voices from three floors above the pavement float down and whisper in her ear secrets muffled and garbled by height, wind and moisture. She closes her eyes and listens to the whispers believing what she doesn't understand. Footsteps in the distance set her in motion though she knows it's not him. His feet make no sound till they're running away from another slit throat. She walks away.