It’s been a long time since I’ve read this novella. In fact, I might have read it in like 1990 when we were first allowed to get our hands on a Stephen King book and immediately got intimidated by how much longer this book is than the other stories in the other stories in the book. So anyway, we begin with a trip to the grocery store in light of a series of terrible storms in a coastal Maine town. Following the trail of destruction, […]
Dreams, after all, are insubstantial things, like mist itself.
The Mist by Stephen King

