My Grandfather Left Me Something They Never Wanted Me to See

sight because he thought people searched with their eyes and not their hands.

The brass reading lamp on the desk.

I crossed the room, lifted the green shade, and there, taped inside with yellowing electrician’s tape, was a tiny key.

I don’t know why that hit me as hard as it did.

Maybe because he’d done it himself.

Maybe because I could see his hands.

I continue reading …