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The fog was growing heavier. I turned on the fog lights.
We were driving on a mountain road in the middle of the night.
“It's so foggy, almost as if we are in a mist sauna."
My wife said this from the passenger seat, with a pensive look on her face.
Then she said,
“霧(きり) is ‘mist’ in English, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, did the word ‘mystery’ come from ‘mist’?”
“I don’t know…”
I answered rather mindlessly looking straight ahead into the dense fog that was blocking my view. But on second thought, it might be true that the word was made by likening it to a condition like this; veiled in a haze.
“Maybe so.”
Saying that, my eyes darted sideways, my feet slamming on the brakes at the same time. I felt my blood run cold. There was no one in the passenger seat.
I remembered that it had already been six years since I lost her.
("Mystery" from "Collection of Very Short Stories" written by Munenori Harada)
mmmさん、ありがとうございます！:D
Thank you for your recording, mmmさん!