Keys Stories

The keys give. Under the weight of her fingers,  they fold and make one sound,  then one more,  and as she moves down the line,  getting a feel for the beautiful instrument,  many more notes fill the air. They permeate it with their soft tones  of love and friendship,  and then the darker, more sinister tones  of betrayal and deceit...  hate and anger and bitter sadness, but still this beautiful instrument is hers to use,...

"Honey, I'm ho-ome," Matt warbled as he entered the kitchen and tossed his keys into a bowl on the table. Loosening his tie, he made for the bedroom, where he expected to find his wife changing from her work clothes.Instead he met her in the dining room, glaring at him from behind a laptop computer through eyes red from crying. She knew. To deny or rationalize the affair would insult her intelligence and make matters wors...

My darling Sagara, You always asked how you became mine, I decided to tell you by words from my personal diary, my lovely. By now I am long gone, and you have an amazing and terrible journey ahead of you. Maybe this will help you. I love you with all of my heart, Darling, and may you always have courage and strength, for you will definitely need it.  Love, Cecilia, your guardian. It all started on the beach. I don't know...

Why did I move here? What is that awful smell? The train tracks outside the window are loud as hell. How will this affect sleep? Why is the carpet damp? I just saw a tiny leak near that dusty old ceiling lamp. Where are those bloody keys? What is that annoying sound? It's next door with music so raucous it shakes the ground. Why does she look happy? Is my girlfriend that delusional? I don't think I have seen that amazing...