Another Tiny Story

Locks and keys

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“I had a Mason jar full of keys in my car, and it is no longer there. Fortunately, I am not organized enough to label keys. If the thief wishes to try my front door, he will have a tangle of 30 odd keys to try. It would be physical comedy. Nevertheless, tomorrow I will replace the locks. For tonight, I trust.

Speaking of replacing locks, let’s imagine that as a metaphor. When have you had to replace the locks on or in your life? For that matter, are there locks, or doors that firmly close, inside your life | your body | your story | your memory | another?

When have locks opened for you, unbidden?

What ancient locks have you inherited? What Mason jar full of unlabeled keys?”