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Posted below is what I wrote in the time given at the writers group.
He stared at the ornate bronze key wondering what it opened. There had been no note with it in his uncle's will just the direction it was to be given to him. Why him though? His cousins should surely have been left the key along with the rest of his uncle’s estate but that hadn’t been the case. His mind raced back trying to remember something, anything in the conversations he’d had with his uncle that would provide some clue to its use. There had been nothing though, except maybe that one line his uncle was so fond of repeating. ‘Happiness is the key to everything.’ How could that possibly help him now though? It made no sense. Maybe his only sensible recourse was to search every possible item in the house and grounds until he could find the lock the key fitted. His cousins wouldn’t object he knew but it was a large house situated in 5 acres of land and there was no guarantee he would even find it.
‘Have you got any idea why he left it to me Jeff?’ He asked his cousin.
Jeff stared, the same puzzlement reflecting in his eyes. ‘I’m sorry I’ve no idea. It looks old though. It must open something old.’
‘You’re not being very helpful.’ Sheila interrupted.
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