Chapter 099 – The Spare Key
Chapter 99 - Chapter 099 – The Spare Key
I no longer wore the original house key around my neck.
It hung in a small frame by the door beside Calvin’s postcard.
Still got the key?
Under it, I placed a brass plaque Emily gave me for my birthday.
Ruth Ellen Carter
Still Here
I laughed when I opened it.
Then I cried.
Still here had become more than survival.
It meant present.
Documented.
Believed.
Not waiting for a child to decide whether I could remain.
Sometimes I touched the frame before bed.
Not because keys are magic.
May you like
Because that key had traveled from abandonment back to ownership in one awful day.
Some objects deserve ceremony.
