I was waiting for the No. 1 bus the other day, and I saw where someone’s keys had been left hanging on the fence. They were gone the next day, so I like to think the rightful owners came back and got them.
You might expect a random set of keys, laying out on Cleveland Avenue, to get stolen or tossed away. But really, there’s no need for that. I like to think that someone just decided to be nice and put the keys where they could be more easily found.
And it give me hope that someday I’ll find my keys, too.
Cleveland & Fifth avenues, 7:37 a.m.
Sounds like a great setup for a short story, if you ask me…
Hmm, you might be right, at that.
I did eventually find my keys. They were in the toybox.