Lost Things that Haunt Me: that Key


On my way back from work yesterday I stopped to buy some office supplies. Before entering the shop I stretched my arm to lock the car, and clumsily dropped the key. I held my breath: the key was balancing dangerously on a steel grating.

I kneeled down very carefully to pick it up. That was a narrow escape: I was a few inches away from losing the key to my car and being left without means of transport. Stuck for hours in a stationery store. Every office clerk dream  – or nightmare?

Nothing has happened. However, I’d like to congratulate the genius who first conceived and designed parking lots on ventilation gratings. What was he thinking? Is this what they teach at Construction Engineering?

I dread losing things. It has little to do with economic value. Be it either something that can’t be replaced, something that has been stolen or not given back, or something you need right now, it is a stressful experience.


Written in response to Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Serial Killer III


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