A long day behind her, Madelaine was glad to be home.
Key in hand, she stopped short.
Was that stairway always there? Wasn’t a laundromat between the pub and her apartment’s entrance? The stairs were old, how could she have missed them? And the trees, how could they be there? Was there a hidden courtyard?
She looked around. Nobody else noticed, they just walked by without a glance.
Curiosity piqued, Madelaine climbed the stairs.
At the top she found herself in an industrial wasteland surrounded by decrepit buildings, overgrown and dirty.
Madelaine turned to go.
The stairs were gone.
Word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This weeks prompt is here and uses a photo provided by Amy Reese. Read more or join in by following the “linky“. (Yes, this was my second one this week. The first one I posted seemed to only cause confusion)