Klisto

Previously

…She turned the key and pulled away from the curb. The familiar streets of her childhood fell behind her, replaced by wider roads that led out of the city. The sky was a pale blue, streaked with clouds that seemed to point toward the horizon. As she drove, she thought about her mother’s words on the postcard: The gold is not in the ground, darling. It’s in the air we breathe. She rolled down the window and let the wind rush in, cool and clean. She breathed deeply, and for a moment, she imagined she could taste the salt of the sea. The road stretched ahead, and she pressed the accelerator. Somewhere out there, her mother’s gold was waiting. And Klarina was determined to find it.