My Brother Brought a Moving Truck to My New House

I found something shoved into the corner behind a box of framed prints.

An old brass key.

Not from my new locks.

From the original set.

And tied around it with faded blue yarn was a paper tag in my mother’s handwriting.

For Claire. Spare.

I sat down hard on the bare floor.

Just sat there with the key in my hand and dust on my jeans.

I knew that handwriting.continue reading …