A Mysterious Key

There is a key on the kitchen counter this morning, where none was when I got into bed last night. I ask Bez about it.

“I have no idea where it came from,” she says. “I thought you put it there.”

I turn to the Kitchen God. “Did you put this here?” Of course he says nothing, his usual reaction to any questions from me.

“There’s always something weird going on in your house,” Bez says. She pours us both cups of coffee.

“It’s an old house,” I say. “You have to roll with it.” I turn the key over in my hands and examine it, but there’s nothing unusual about it as far as I can see. I get my ring and add it to my collection, unconcerned. If the house has seen fit to give me a key to something, I would imagine it’s only a matter of time until it reveals a lock into which it will fit.

Mysteries are the norm around here.

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  1. I love it when a house gives you something! Unfortunately, mine more often takes something and hides it…

    • Kameko

       /  January 18, 2012

      I’m always finding all sorts of things around here that I have no idea where they’ve come from: books, scraps of paper, coins. Remember in the movie Poltergeist, when all of the objects began falling through a wormhole in the ceiling? I imagine that it’s just like that.

      Only less scary.

  2. What a wonderful place to think my misplaced keys might have gone…

    • Kameko

       /  January 18, 2012

      I would be slightly concerned about what a key of yours might open.

      Might be fun though.

      Too much fun, maybe.

  3. My old house yielded up a petrified egg last week. It was in a nest in the wall. What stories I try to imagine for it. 🙂

    • Kameko

       /  January 19, 2012

      Your own home-grown fossils! How lovely!

      I have some old eggs in my fridge. I wonder how long it will take before they turn into something more interesting?

      Or more stinky.



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