This is a prompt that's near and dear to my heart, and I've been meaning to try my luck with it for some time now, so I’d love some feedback on it!

It combines two of my great loves in fiction and smut: a historical setting (hard air quotes here because this is, like, the 50's, so its not quite as historical as say, the Industrial Revolution); and Urban Fantasy (mixing the modern with the fantastical is always something that I've enjoyed, even long before I got into DnD—which is kinda my main reference for fantasy races and the like.)

Let me know what you think of it!

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Josie’s husband came home at six o’clock—sometimes a few minutes past, sometimes on the dot, but always by six.

She made it a part of her daily routine to have all of her chores finished before six, so that she would have ample time to cook up her hardworking man the dinner he deserved after a long day at work. It helped that the kitchen of their new home was one of those modern designs, and came with an fancy oven and stove that made Josie’s culinary experiments all the easier.

It had only been a year since she and her husband had gotten married; and two months to the day since they had moved out into their new home in the suburbs. Their house was one of hundreds in the new housing development the city had put up after the war. The men that had went away and fought came home flush with cash—Josie’s then-fiancee one of them—and a multitude of real estate opportunities had popped out of the woodworks to capitalize on the boom. Looking up and down the block, you’d find near-identical houses, each one the same box of a home, and inside: a married couple, a number of small children, and the occasional dog or cat.

And just above their lovely suburb, in the diminishing daylight, was the Rift.

It was nothing more than a silvery line across the sky, like an old scar long healed; and on sunny days, you could scarcely even see it, but come nighttime, the Rift was beautiful. It would glow, with waves of multi-colored light rippling from the seam in the sky, stretching out from one end of the Horizon to the other.

Long before Josie had been born, and before cities were as big as they were today, the sky tore open. Things that were thought of as fantasy or folklore became real, appearing in no small numbers. Entire civilizations seemed to appear out of thin air, brought together with our own without warning; and in those early days, violent skirmishes broke out. The Rift, as it was being called, had frightened people, and frighten people lashed out. It quickly became clear that the Rift had changed life for those that lived on either side of it, and something had to be done about it.

The Rift Accords were penned and signed not long after—a new set of laws to ensure the well-being of the denizens of this world and those across the Rift.

Nowadays, it was commonplace to see the humans and other races mingling. Josie’s own childhood best friend had been a behooved little centaur girl, with whom she kept in regular contact with; and in the house just across the street lived a Fey couple, the wife often inviting Josie over for tea and gossip, and vice-versa.

The clock read 6:01 just as Josie was retrieving the casserole pan from the oven. It still needed to cool down before being served up, but by then, Josie’s husband would be home and they would be in no danger of burning the roofs of their mouths with mouthfuls of baked ham and veggies.

Josie went back and forth, making sure the dinner table was laid out with the fruits of her labors. Her long dark hair bobbed as she moved from kitchen to dining table, the ringlets bouncing against the warm brown skin of her cheeks. She had taken care earlier that afternoon to change into the yellow dress that her husband liked, the one that flattered the narrow pass of her waist and her darker complexion. And if Josie left the collar of her dress with one less button done properly, to show off the lovely pearl necklace she had received for their last anniversary and the deep valley of soft supple flesh in-between her breasts—well, she was sure her husband wouldn’t mind it too much when she went out to greet him.

It was just as well as she was thinking this, that a familiar car horn sounded from out front.

Josie’s heart skipped a beat, and she gleefully went out to welcome her husband home, forgetting to take off her apron in her haste.

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Feel free to jump right in with the story and continue where I left off when you reply. I'm a descriptive and detailed partner and am looking for the same in 3rd person POV. Orange envelopes only, please. No chat!

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