The Key | A 100 Word Story

#215 Ace of Parchment

I found an old key one day while leaning up against a tree, taking a nap. Ever since then I’ve been trying to find the door it belongs to.

My family and friends might say I’ve become obsessed with finding it. But that’s not true. For instance, I’ve stopped trying it on newer doors. And I haven’t broken into anyone’s home in two days. Now, I’d say that’s progress.

Truth is, I’ve been staking out this one house for several days. My research tells me every door inside will be old. I hope one of them will open for me!