Hey, Key

She shivered as she stood on the wet corner. Looking around once more, she saw that he had finally arrived. Finally, she thought. She looked around again, making sure there wasn’t anybody else around. Her head down, she waited while he walked up to her. “It’s after five,” she whispered fiercely to him. 1

“I know, I know,’ he replied, “I was delayed. You know Sting.”2

“I do.” 3

“Are you ready? Everything’s perfect. It’s at the house.”4

“Nothing went wrong?” she asked.5

“No, no. Let’s hurry, I don’t like this place.”6

“You picked this spot,” she said, not hiding her amusement. They walked off the path and headed into an alley off to the side of the street. Looking around, she noticed that the apartments in the alley were very grimy. Disgusted, she turned back to the man. She noticed that he was wearing all black except for his brown coat. His black hair was every which way and his eyes held something hidden. What it was she couldn’t tell; she had only met him once before. She guessed him to be about twenty-one years of age, whereas she was only eighteen. She shivered again; the air was getting colder even though it was almost the end of spring. He looked back, now with concern in his eyes, but the mysterious glint hadn’t entirely faded. “Are you all right? We’re almost there; just a few minutes away.”7

“I’m fine,” she answered. As he turned away, she scrutinized him again. He had certain elegance about him, but it was a simple elegance. She put her hands in her pockets and looked around her. To her surprise, the sun had come out and was drying up the street and sidewalk around her. Suddenly she ran into him. “What is it?” she asked him.8

“We’re here,” he answered.9

“Oh.” As he fumbled in his pocket for the key, she looked at him once more, and to her surprise, he was smiling. She was shocked at the change, and took note that he looked quite handsome in his new state. 10

“Found it,” he announced, a shiny key emerging from his pocket. Hmm, what pretty key. I’ve never seen anything like it. The light just bounces right off and . . . well it’s just so shiny! As shiny as the . . .11

“Drop that key!” the woman yelled.12

“Wha-?” the man turned around, confused.13

“I said drop it!” As the man continued to look confused, the woman grabbed the key, flung it somewhere, grabbed the man, and flung him away from the key. Holding her ears, she ran towards the flung man. As he started to sit up, groaning, she jumped onto him and counted inside her head: one . . . two . . . THREE.14

BOOM!15

“Ahhh!” yelled the man and woman at the same time. Seconds later, all was quiet, except for the normal city sounds of every day life. The woman still lay on top of the man. Protection, maybe? Or maybe not . . .16

“Would now be the wrong time to ask you out on a date?” the man chuckled.17

“Surprisingly, no.”18

“Good. Let’s go.”19

“Now? Like right now?”20

“Like right now.”21

“Uh . . . okay. Where to?”22

“I’ll show you. Or you could pick . . .?”23

“Naw, its good. We’ll go where you had in mind.”24

“You know, if you got off of me, then we could actually go there.”25

“Oh,” she coughed, “uh, right.”26

“I didn’t really take you for being easy.”27

“Shut up.”28

“Okay so will you explain about the key as we walk there? Sting is soo not going to be pleased.”29

“And that’s where you’re wrong.”30

“Okay, explain right now.”31

“No. While we walk.”32

“We are walking.”33

“Oh, right. Well, it all started when Sting was in Caracas . . .”34