TITLE: Broken Rules
If Gabriela Allero hadn't seen the strange flash of silvery light inside the doorway, maybe she wouldn't have stopped. But she did see something deep inside the dark mausoleum, so she paused in her search to investigate. Why would there be a light inside a little house that was meant to be inhabited only by the dead?
Gabriela squared her glasses on her nose. She glanced left, then right, down the long row of marble mausoleums that flanked the cobbled walkway. Had anyone else seen the light? Except for a few cats scurrying about, the block was empty. The carved marble buildings, like miniature row houses with their shiny windows and polished doors, reflected the warm orange glow of the setting sun. Gabriela felt her usual fondness for the enclosed mini cityscape, its narrow lanes and intersecting alleys. The corner street signs—with letters in frilly script—reminded her of sentries standing guard, and the life-sized sculptures of angels and heroes posed in greeting as if they knew her.
A gust of wind rattled the bare-limbed jacaranda trees and sent a chill up Gabriela's spine. She shivered, and like a turtle tucked her chin into the neck of her hoodie. Staring back again into the darkened doorway, she recalled her father's words when he proposed moving their family to Argentina after her mother's death. "It's a place of magic."