In the large black cotton handbag,
in one of the compartments was living a bunch of keys. Each key was different.
One was big. That one from the biggest keyhole from the front door of the
house. Others were much smaller than him, but they did not have any complexes
because of that. Each of them was unique and as important as the big key. All
of them was needed. Three keys have been serving constantly and steadfastly for
opening door. The two which were color-coded – one was pink and the other was
green – were doing the same. But the third key stood out his shape. He was flat
but he had teeth both of the sides. He felt proud because of them. Anyway, he
was the oldest. By the color was distinguished also the youngest key which was
opening the main door. This key was dressed in dark green. The smallest key
knew which promotions have stores, was always oriented which prices go up or
down, brought good and bad news. He was the key from mailbox.
Living in a black bag was very well
for the keys. They were feeling there so comfortably and safely. But one day...
to the bag moved in another bunch of keys. There were not so colorful, old and
inherently they were not special. They were, however, similar to those from
first bunch because they were the keys from the apartment and from the mailbox.
The keys from first bunch very fast used to live with the new inhabitants and
they did not feel threatened. Quickly became friend with one another. They knew
that they were important, needed and did not threaten to each other.
Both of them really like their
owner, but they were mostly just watching her hands, however, they loved them.
They liked to listen a voice of a girl, who carried them in her bag.
One cold day, a second bunch of keys
was very tired of opening the door. The keys felt cold, strangely... When the
smallest of the keys had been trying to open the mailbox, fell from the owner’s
hand. He fell on the floor, screaming and crying loudly. He had lost a part of
his plastic ear, so he had to leave his companions. Girl, to which he belonged,
picked up him carefully from the floor, viewed him thoroughly, so in that way,
the key could look at her. He thought, that he had to necessarily tell his
companions about his adventure. But he did not know, when he could come back to
them. The girl put him into her pocket.
For a few days, the key had to live
in her left pocket, together with a pack of wipes and protective lipstick. He
did not like this new apartment. There were not so funny, merrily, happily like
was in the bag. He had dizziness and felt worse and worse. He was sad. He felt
distant. He was sick. He became an invalid. He could not be, like the other
keys, linked to the metal ring. He felt useless, but nevertheless every day he
bravely acted his honorable function – opening the letterbox.
One day, he was extremely bad. Shook
him strongly in the pocket so much, like he was sailing by the sea during the
storm. He though, that he immediately get the seasick. At that day, the girl had
taken out the key from her pocket and tied to him a piece of sturdy twine and
then, she linked the twine to the ring. The key returned to his companions. He
recounted them all the details of what happened to him.
I saw her! I saw her face! – said
delighted the invalid key – She is so pretty! – screaming about the girl.
