Continuing ...of Heroes and the Misunderstood... a Six Sentence Serial story co-written by Clark of The Wakefield Doctrine and myself. Here is the story so far.
With the long straight road now far behind, Isla Sora drove the small hire SUV carefully around the twists and turns and ups and downs of the glacial gravelly road in silence, three rucksacks on the passenger seat to her right; Constantin Szarbo’s frame taking up a lot of the back seat, with Rocco sitting next to him in the corner watching the mist hide and reveal the distant hills and mountains through the window. They approached a side road over on the left with a large yellow sign pointing to Tunglfjőrður, and Isla turned into it.
She drove down a dip in the road, and slowly went through a ford before climbing again on the opposite side, patches of green on either side of the road gradually being replaced by grey shale, stones and boulders. She switched on the music player, and the silence was filled by the relaxing sound of Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto, causing Szarbo to say, ‘silence… concentrate solely on the road… look ahead, the Mooncross complex is in sight.’
Rocco glanced over at Szarbo, but decided to keep quiet, as Isla switched off the music.
The mist came down heavy just as they joined a surfaced road again, so Isla slowed down all the more; the mist took on an oddly sinister-feeling grey glow as they pulled onto the level Mooncross Industries approach road.
Posted for Six Sentence Stories. This week, Denise has chosen Level as the prompt word.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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