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The Right Key

Metal rattled gently as Freya rooted through the content of the tin. Wardrobes, suitcases, savings boxes long destroyed had left their keys in the collection, probably to be forgotten, or maybe to be reused. What the girl was looking for was - ah! A small slip of brass-plated tin, a triangular head.

Diary locks had been always the same, or nearly so, for decades, or if there was a slight difference, the locks were so badly made the key worked, anyway.

Freya stayed sitting in the storeroom dust and tried the key. She smiled and relaxed happily when her hoard of secrets opened.

Her breath caught as she caught sight of the writing. Blue ink instead of green gel pen. That's mother's handwriting! In my diary! A look on the cover confirmed it; even the signs of wear matched.

Freya locked and unlocked the book again, still seeing the cursive writing instead of her own rounded block letters.

She bit her lip and looked towards the door. It would be a while before her mother came home, so Freya might as well have a closer look.


I agree that Freya is likely to find out something she doesn't want to know, but probably that thing will be that her mother is a human being too! My mum gave me an old autograph book of hers when I was little (no key, everything up-front :-) ). It was a fun read.

Freya better beware what she finds. I'm personally curious, but sometimes one discovers secrets better left hidden.

Fantastic opening! I would like to read what's in the diary as well.

Oh my goodness, what will she discover?
With a beginning like this it can only be a shock. I too would like to read more.
That is the sign of a good flash fiction!

I wouldn't be able to suppress suspicion either. Curiosity killed the cat, but it also landed on Mars.

I like this, but I want more! What happened?

Thank you! I've taken note of the request and if I write more will drop you a line.

Oh Freya, what are you doing? The trouble with snooping is learning something that you would rather not know.

Thank you for leaving a comment. *drops that idea in the back of her brain to let it perlocate*