Pieces of a Puzzle

Golden Key

           

He went in and out all day. I was never sure why. The world never seemed to care. To be curious of his whereabouts. Why did he leave? Down that hallway, through the locked door, and gone for hours? My grandfather never told me what he held behind old oak door. He always said to me when I asked, "Do not wonder of what is not yours. There is a reason why it is hidden."

            I never took to it. I couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering astray to the world that I did not know of. It haunted my dreams. Every second, I thought of that wretched room. The place that was locked by that Golden Key. I need to see it. I need the desire to thrive through me no longer.

            I snuck into my grandfather's room while he was sleeping. With each snore he slipped out, I took a step further. Towards his bedside table. There. That is where the Golden Key is. One last snore and I was there. I tugged at the metal handlebar that would assist my quest. It slid ever so slightly forward to reveal...aha! It was there. The Golden Key which held the family emblem upon it. I grabbed at it and slipped it into my jean pocket.

            While stepping out, I took my short steps as before. Within moments, I was in the hall again, pressed my hand against the pocket that held that precious Key. I walked down that hall and stared at the oak door that held my best dreams and worst nightmares. With one turn of the Key, I was within the chamber of my grandfather's secrets.