"He unclenched his fist to reveal a piece of metal. Half an ounce of stainless steel, an inch and a half wide, with precise metal teeth. A key. The key to the fifth wheel recreational vehicle his mother had sold last spring to a young family in favor of something smaller and more mobile. It was a perfectly good key, just not the one he needed"
Alexander Richardson is locked out. He has no spare key, no one to call, and no way to get inside. His is the predicament that we've all been in, yet which we can not help but pity. Will Alex get inside? Or will he spend the night on his porch in the rain?