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Word By; Simone Robinson: Lock
I always felt as if there was a lock on my life. That I've been spending my whole life searching for the key to it.
The lock its self is a deep blue, like the ocean waves. The whole is completely circular, though I wasn't aware before then that those kinds of locks even exist. Yet I knew, without knowing how I knew it, that the key that would be its match was not quite so round.
Perhaps the key was an orange color, as bright as the setting sun. With all sorts of odd curves to it that never went where you would expect. Though this key was very precious to me, it did not fit the lock. Not quite anyways.
I knew it was not the purple key, though it to had a circular shape to it. There were also designs in this key, markings and patterns that did not make much sense to me, it might fit inside the lock for its match, but it did not turn it. Merely seemed to, embellish it.
You would think the red key was as far from the mark as it could get. Starting with very jagged edges and often got jammed in the lock for so long it made me believe it would brake it. Though in a surprising twist, it often came the closest to unlocking.
There also happened to be a rag that was always there. It was very old and seemed just to be a dirty, with silver and grey streaks through it all. Most days it would spend its time polishing the lock and bringing it to the deep blue it is today.
I blame the lack of sleep I've been experiencing from my two jobs for all the symbolism.
This is another of Simone's 10 day's 5 stories. Like the prompt says, I have ten days to do them, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the madness to come