I did not find the key. In actuality, it found me. I had see the key everywhere. In the hand of a model on a billboard, in the sign on John's Pub, drawn in the cement of the sidewalk, on the front page of the Herald Daily newspaper. Even in the birthmark, on my left arm.
So when I saw the key, on the ground in front of me, I knew it had come for me. I stood for the longest time, staring down at it. People stared at me, as they passed. They must have wondered why I standing there, in the middle of a playground, staring down at the grass.
But they couldn't see it. Neither could the little girl who joined me, staring at the grass.
"What are we looking at, Mister?"
"Connie, come here."
"Is that your mother?"
She nodded. "There is nothing in the grass, Mister," she shrugged, as she skipped away.
"I wish there wasn't."
I sat on the grass, near the key and opened my newspaper, to look like I was reading, but in reality, I was staring at the key.
I had seen the key everywhere, as it looked for me. Now it had found me.
"Why have you come for me?"
I turned the page of the newspaper. Looks like the Maple Leafs won another hockey game.
"I do not want to go back. I have a life here."
The key glowed slightly. A deep gold blush. I knew it was responding to me, but I had learned, long ago, to resist the call of the key.
I shook my head.
"You do not control me anymore. You sent me to this place, against my will.
Alone and lost, I had to forge a life from nothing. And for what? To see if our people could survive here?"
The key blushed heavier.
I shook my head. "No. You took me from a dying world, sent me here and now you think I will return."
I smiled. "Never. I like it here. I like the people of this planet and they have accepted me. I belong here now."
The key moved slightly.
I pushed myself backwards, away from it. I knew they were angered at me.
My head began to ache, as they intensified their attempts to get inside my mind. To control me, once again. To force me to return.
"No," I yelled.
Several people looked at me. I don't know what they must have thought, but I didn't care. This was survival.
The key was blushing, as intense, as I had ever seen a key blush.
My headache continued to grow. I knew it would only be a matter of time, before they broke through.
"No," I repeated sternly.
I put my hand on the grass to push myself to my feet. I had to get away.
A tactical mistake.
The key leapt the inches to my hand and imbedded itself into my birthmark.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO," I yelled, as I disappeared.
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The KeyShort Story
October Contest for the Storytellers Saloon. Prompt: You find a key. What does it open? Where does it lead you? 500 word Flash fiction. Deadline: OCT 31st Winners to be announced, Nov 5th. ©All rights are reserved by the authors posted within.