The map was utterly blank for five miles: no services, no towns, nothing but the road winding through the misty moor. It was an odd sort of road, a lonely road, laid without any real need or purpose in a fit of infrastructural zeal, stringing together little towns like paste-fake pearls.
Hardly anybody used the road. It was a nowhere place, the last-ditch suggestion of an eccentric GPS. But those who drove it felt a chill as the white wisps of mist curled around them.
On the far side of the mist, past the roadside fence, they saw the houses: flickering lights like old candles in timber-frame windows. They loomed over marshy fields and shrank in the shadows of ancient trees.
The map was utterly blank for five miles: no services, no towns, nothing but the road.
Where the houses came from and who lived there, none could say.
Word Count: 149
This is for FFfAW. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Jodi McKinney for providing the prompt photo!