GENRE: Adult Urban Fantasy
The cab turned down a narrow cobblestone street. Large trees with drapes of yellow leaves framed the road in a golden halo. Beautiful, yet my stomach twisted. Everything had happened too fast. I couldn't process what transpired. When I tried, I ended up staring out the window and counting lampposts. That wouldn't happen anymore. A heavy lump settled into the recesses of my stomach as soon as the car stopped.
After paying the fare, I stood on the sidewalk, luggage in hand, and watched the taxi make a u-turn, drive back down the street, and turn the corner. My hand tightened on the suitcase handle while I surveyed the homes on the street. Identical brownstones lined both sides. Each three stories high with skinny black shutters. Wrought iron rails led up sets of stairs to tall, wooden doors. A toy car sat on the steps across the street, a package leaned against a door, a rake stuck out of a pile of leaves the next building over. Signs of daily life and family were everywhere except on the brownstone in front of me. It not only looked different, it felt different, lonely, almost lost.
I double-checked the address before heading toward the stairs. My steps slowed the closer I came to the building. Had my mom played on the steps as a kid? Did she and her sister get along? Did they dress up and have tea and cookies or fight over dolls?