Short Story: A Wrong Turning

She looked at the double story townhouse before her, then looked down at the picture clipped to her folder. They looked similar. Except one was blue and the other was beige. And her picture showed a triple story townhouse. And this house had a garden set in the front that wasn’t in the picture…

No, they didn’t look similar at all.

She sighed. She must have taken a wrong turning somewhere along the way. She would have to retrace her steps.

So, first step. Where was she?

Rows of quaint houses watched silently as she tried and failed to match the street signs to her map.

A shadow covered her map.

“Would you like some help?”

“Yes please.” She looked up.

A four eyed man with curled ram horns on his head stood before her.

She blinked, then rubbed her eyes. The stranger looked at her with an amused smile and closed his two outer eyes.

“Does this help?” he asked as he pointed to his face.

Her eyes drifted up to the horns on his head.

“That’s alright. You can leave them open,” she said with a voice that she hoped didn’t sound as shaky as she felt.

“Where are you trying to go?” he asked. She pointed to her map. “Ah. I know where that is. I’ll bring you there.”

He offered her his arm and led her down the streets, engaging her in casual conversation as they walked past the locals, who cheerfully waved to them with hands, wings, and paws.

Was she… dreaming?

“Here we are.”

She looked up. The house before her matched the picture in her folder. This was the place!

She turned to thank her guide, only to find an empty space.

~End~

 

Genre: fantasy

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