“Is this it?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says.
I look again at the tiny golden key in the palm of my hand.
“It, uh, seems a bit small.”
“Don’t be deceived by appearances,” he replies.
I don’t know what I expected. Perhaps a massive skeleton key, suitable for a medieval dungeon. Maybe something many-toothed and modern capable of opening a complex mechanism. Even a shimmering crystalline shape that would fit precisely on a flashing console with a satisfying chime-like click.
Instead, the gold key in my hand was tiny. It seemed too thin and had almost no teeth. It looked a lot like one of those little keys that came with a child’s diary.
I look back up at the man beside me. He seems more believable than the key. Tall and solid, athletic build, well-dressed, manicured, gorgeous hair with two tasteful, yet sharp horns. He’s exactly what I thought a successful demon should be. He winks one of his golden, slit-pupiled eyes at me.
“This key will fit into any door, changing it into a portal to the universe next-door. Pass through it and you will find yourself in your other life. There you made a different choice for each decision you made here.”
He seems to be smirking at me. Is he mocking me?
I brush these thoughts aside, turn to my front door and slip the key in the lock. I grasp the knob, turn it, and open the door.
“Easy-peasy,” I say to the demon over my shoulder.
The sun shines on the porch and I step into its glare.
~This bit of fluff is in response to The Daily Post, Golden Key – to read more responses click here.