flight of the keys

I left The Roost yesterday afternoon with my arms full. Keys in hand, I reached to shut the door and lock it, when this giant bug whizzed past my ear, beelining for my hand (defenseless, with the keys and the full arms). Startled, I flinched and, in the process of this exaggerated flinch, succeeded in flinging my keys away from me. They sailed joyously over the balcony and swandived onto the pine straw three floors below. There they lay, my VIC card blinking brightly from its dark, wet blanket.

Now I’m embarrassed.

I hurried down to rescue the keys, popped my stuff in the car, and bounded back up the four flights to lock my door.

The giant bug was a leaf.


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