Painted iron based keys, a mystery to the small hands fiddling with great grandma’s belongings. Hands tiny, but minds heavy with curiosity. What would these keys open – a small box of secret treasures? Carol stifled a giggle as she looked at her sister, two years older. Maybe she knew, but then Mary shook her head nervously and hoped they’d get back to the tea garden soon. Mary was not the adventurous type and certainly never wanted to disappoint mother. Carol thought they were just sitting there in the bowl, and quickly snatched one for her apron pocket.
***
24 April 2026
The Bag Lady 