The Copper Key

Today I’ll be using a writing prompt I found care of Pinterest. Enjoy.

The prompt:

“One day you notice there’s a new key on your keychain.”

The Copper Key

By Jamie Burns

Most mornings I have plenty of time to make my coffee, put on my boots, and leisurely gather my things to head to work. That morning was not one of those mornings.  

That morning, in my sleepy haze I had hit snooze five times, instead of my usual once. By the time I came to my senses I was thirty-six minutes behind, throwing off my entire routine. I tore out of bed like a force of nature bent on destroying a city. A furious flurry of flying laundry, followed by a hair brush and hasty ponytail. By the time I pulled on my second boot and skipped tying it another five minutes had passed and I was forty-one minutes behind.

No time for coffee which is always the worst part of being late. I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door to my car. The keys felt different than usual in my hand, bulkier. When I looked down I noticed it, right there between my car key and mailbox key. A key I had never seen before. A small shiny copper colored key that had to my knowledge just shown up. I pushed the oddity of it from my head and grabbed at my car key. I was much too late to wonder about such a small thing right now.

I lived in the countryside a ways outside of the city which gave me a twenty-minute commute. On an average day it was one of the more enjoyable parts of my day. That day ten minutes into my drive I must have hit a nail because before I knew it, I was pulled over to the side of the road fifty-six minutes behind schedule. I stared at my passenger side front tire in defeat. By the time I got it changed I would be impossibly late. I took a deep breath and turned my back to lean against my car. I took in the open valley and the sun coming up over the distant mountain.

That’s when I saw the door. In the field, about fifteen yards directly in front of me sat a single green door and frame. It stood out in contrast to the tall yellow grass of the field and the purple cast of the mountains. What was a door doing just sitting out here? I couldn’t help but look around. The long lonely stretch of highway was devoid of anyone but me. I stared back at the door, my curious nature tugging on my imagination while my sense of responsibility told me I was now fifty-eight minutes late. I checked my watch, then out of the depths of my mind or my soul, I’m not sure which. A voice said ‘In two years you’ve never been late. Just go have a look.’

I traipsed through the open field, excited for no reason obvious to me. I stopped in front of the door and looked around again, wondering if someone might be watching me from a distance. The door stood alone, with no structure that might have need of a door. Just a bright forest green door with a dark chestnut door frame. I walked around it examining both sides, they seemed to be identical. It was so curious I had to smile in amusement. Who had placed it here and why. I assumed it was out of some sense of whimsy for people that drove the road every day. There weren't many explanations I could come up with.

I noticed the tiny copper colored circle in the door. A spyhole. I didn’t think too much about it when I pressed my face against the door to peer through it. If anyone was watching me from far out I’m sure the confusion on my face was priceless. Through the spyhole was a dark heavily wooded forest. I pulled my head back and grimaced. It must have simple been a trick, a joke for anyone that was crazy enough to walk all the way out to the random door in the field. I checked again, sure enough the forest was still there, I was positive just a picture placed over the back of the spyhole. Then to my shock a deer bounded across my view of the forest.

I grabbed the bright copper knob but the door didn’t budge. I took a few steps back, confused as ever. ‘Odd morning’ the deep down voice said again. It was an odd morning. There was that other odd thing this morning… I pulled my keys out of my pocket and flipped them over to find the small copper key. It slid into the lock with ease and before I turned it I considered leaving. I could just go back, change my tire and go. I was a contradiction of sensibility and curiosity. So I turned the key.

The knob made a click sound and was loosed from its locked state. I pushed the door open slowly. My adventurous heart only half expected to find my field on the other side.  My heart was not disappointed, the door opened completely silently to the dark forest. The smell of pine hit me along with the chill of the air. I walked through the doorway from the yellow dry field under my feet to the damp soil of the forest. Both places had been quiet but with the wind of the valley, the forest was eerily silent in comparison.

I looked back through the doorway and saw my car sitting on the side of the highway. Being late for work seemed far less important now. With the key back in my pocket I closed the door.

On this side the door was yellow with a pine frame but the copper spyhole and knob were the same. I looked through the spy hole and there was the field and my car in the distance. Delighted and curious I turned my attention to the forest now around me.

The deer I had seen had long since made off out of sight. I wondered at the trees and their sheer size. Thick, tall and numerous the trees were overpowering to say the least. They were so thick I couldn't see the sky through the tops of them, explaining why it was so dark.  I wondered what part of the world I was in. The trees weren’t completely unfamiliar but if someone were to ask me what kind they were I wouldn't know quite what to say.

I had only moved a small ways from the door when I saw a movement in the corner of my eyes. All was completely silent. I was sure I was the loudest thing in this forest. My quiet whisper felt like a yell in that stillness.

“Hello?” I waited for a response. Nothing. “I saw you.” I said this time a bit louder.

“If you continue to wonder, you might end up with more than you bargained for.” A low smooth male voice responded. I couldn't see the speaker and the forest carried his voice so I wasn't sure where exactly it came from. I could only assume it was near the vicinity I had seen the movement.

“And what kind of bargain might that be? Ambiguous forest voice…” I said as I craned my head to try and catch a glimpse of the speaker.  This time I heard soft movement coming slowly toward me as the voice spoke.

“The kind that would be difficult to explain back where you came from.” A black and gray wolf padded out of the forest into view, then sat tamely a distance away. “If you were ever to make it back.” The silky voice of the wolf finished.

 

 

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