Key: A bridge between worlds.
I’m your key, small enough
to disappear into the darkest recesses of your pocket and cause a mild panic.
Once upon a time, I was new and shiny, not worn and scratched like I am now. I was assigned to one particular lock. Then you came along and bought that lock, and we’ve been together ever since. You fitted me to a keychain and carry me everywhere. You made and have kept a copy of me with your neighbour, just in case you leave me at home or change bags and purses in a hurry and forget to carry me. As the years went by, I grew duller, and the keychain grew heavier with the weight of other keys. Still, we are all happily keyed in together
.I travel with
you everywhere, and before you set out anywhere, I notice how you make sure
that I have been safely tucked into your bag or purse.
Despite the
care you take, there have been occasions when you’ve left me behind, or I have
fallen under the sofa or between the cushions.
You simply
hate it when you can’t find me, and I look on in amusement from my hiding place
as you storm heaven. Eventually, you discover me in some odd place; you’re
relieved, and your face is wreathed in smiles.
You curse and swear as you sometimes turn the house upside down in search of me because you just can’t remember where you placed me.
I don’t own
the house you live in, nor do I walk in and out, but I work as a bridge between
the noisy outside world and the sanctuary that is your home beside security and protection. One small twist
and one small click and you’re in the space you belong, or you've secured your home.
You may change
the lock and retire me, but until then, I remain in your service, as you hear
that familiar click that tells you, you’re home.
This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z challenge 2026
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