Aug 9, 2025
The Odd Key Exchange
The key was floating into my hand when she walked toward me. Tall. Unshakable. Was I being chosen? She didn’t even look at me at first — her eyes were scanning the room like she was reading the floor.
When she did look? That was it. I swear I felt the air change, like the first time you watch a team drop 40 in a quarter and know nobody’s catching them.
She sat down without asking. Tapped her finger on the table twice. “That’s mine,” she said, pointing to the key. It wasn’t. But I didn’t say that.
