The Key by Mark Wesley

Author:Mark Wesley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
Published: 2018-06-26T18:29:50+00:00

Sitting in his bedroom staring out the window, Timothy spotted an old friend returning home across the street—a girl, several years his elder, who was known for being a bit rebellious. Jane was once part of his little gang of friends, playing as rough as any kid in the neighborhood. She could wrestle in the dirt, climb trees, and get into various kinds of mischief as children will do. However, with age, the childish games together had dwindled in number and the two friends grew apart. She had moved on to high school and the cars, parties, and friends it brought.

I wonder what she got, Timothy thought as he watched her pick up a plain box sitting on her front porch.

Jane eyed the address and recipient’s name.

Is she coming over here? Timothy watched Jane carrying the box toward his house. I think she’s coming over here.

The boy leaped from his seat realizing she was about to knock on his door. He ran into the bathroom and looked himself over, noticing a few strands stuck up askew in various directions.

I’ve got to fix those, he thought, dabbing a bit of water on them and patting each strand flat.

Knock, knock, thumped the sound from the front door.

The boy ran downstairs, anxious to greet Jane.

“Hello,” the boy greeted her, slightly out of breath from the run.

“Hey Timothy.”

“How’s it going?”

“It’s going good,” she answered, nodding her head with a fragment of a smile.

For that brief moment, looking over at Jane’s green eyes, Timothy completely forgot about the key and any other worries that had been hanging about. The new streak of blue that ran through her hair caught his attention as he could not help but stare.

“And you?” Jane added, breaking Timothy’s gaze. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Me? I am doing really good,” Timothy answered then repeated his first questions. “How are you?”

Jane smiled as Timothy blushed slightly. “I mean—well, you’ve already answered that. I meant, what brings you over?”

“Oh yeah,” she offered, holding up the box. “So, I got this delivered to my house, but . . . I think it’s for you.”

As Timothy reached out and took the parcel, a sudden, brief sensation rippled through the boy’s body like a shockwave. It’s warm, he thought as a blink of darkness filled his body.

“You OK?” Jane asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” Timothy answered, shaking off the funny feeling. “Just got a little dizzy . . . must be something I ate.”

“OK. Thought you might fall over for a second.”

“Yeah. Me too,” he agreed, looking down at the address only to see indiscernible scrawling. “You sure this is for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Does it have my name or something?” he questioned, turning the box over and inspecting each side.

“It says your name and address right there,” she said, pointing to the writing.

“Where?”

“Right there, silly,” Jane offered, forcibly pointing to the inscription.

“But that’s just scribbling.”

“Seriously?”

“You can read that?”

“Yeah. You can’t?”

“No,” Timothy added, squinting his eyes as he peered at the writing. “I can’t make out one single word.”

“Very funny”.

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