An Opened Door (part two)
How stupid I was to almost believe my words right then and there. I was older now, but I couldn’t call myself wiser. If I had wisdom, then I would have been able to use the key.
It shined in the fleeting light of the sun that poured through windows. The key hung from a necklace of braided yarn.
I didn’t have the pride to wear it around my neck anymore, for I believed that all who looked upon me would remember.
And then they would declare me a stupid coward who had been foolishly assigned a task that was far too great for such a childish individual.
It was true. I was a coward. I had no right to keep going. I had to do everyone else justice by leaving and never coming back…