#32 Keys That Slipped Out of Existence
I was 10 years old in my grandma’s front yard. She keeps her yard immaculate, award-worthy even. It’s dusk at a family get-together. My mom says, “toss me the car keys,” so I do. My throw is short by a mere finger length. I assume they landed in the short grass, but we never found them. That was 30 years ago. The yard has been mowed hundreds of times since then. The house is still in the family, still well taken care of. No keys, ever.
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