Clark (from The Wakefield Doctrine) and I have been writing a Six Sentence Serial over the past few weeks. It continues here, and all previous parts can be found here.

The SUV pulled into a side road, off the beaten track, in the middle of nowhere in the shadowed depths of a run-down area, definitely not in Kansas, and not exactly where the satellite navigation system should have led them.
‘Well, we’re lost,’ Moonbeam declared, pointing at the map on the small screen in front of him, ‘Mooncross Technologies powered the satnav system… I should have realised that when we left London via Portsmouth… lack of sleep, I’d say.’
Beside him, Rue DeNite pointed to a lit up building halfway down the block of industrial-looking buildings, ‘I say we go in there, rest a bit, and ask them exactly where we are!’
The four warm, squashed passengers sat in the back welcomed the suggestion, if only for an excuse to be able to stretch their legs; two minutes later, Moonbeam, Rue, Rocco, Isla Sora, Alex Jokullson and Helga Arondottir walked towards the slightly lively out of the way place.
At the top of the steps by the entrance to the Café and Bistro, Moonbeam looked at Rue and Rocco, a broad smile on his weary face, ‘do you know, it’s been fun, these past few hours… we didn’t get anything accomplished that we meant to do, got sidetracked,’ he looked at Isla, ‘went to Iceland, but it was…’, Moonbeam couldn’t finish his Sentence, as the door below burst open. The Gatekeeper stood at the bottom of the steps, his dog by his side; he looked up with a welcoming smile, and said, ‘come in… come in… a party of Six earns you a double discount… and there’s always a party around here!’


Posted for Six Sentence Stories. Denise’s prompt word this week is Double.



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