A morning’s work – by Dancing

Entering, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She smiled at the 4 year-old and handed him her enormous bunch of shining, almost identical, keys. The little boy quickly chose one, locked the front door behind her, skipped upstairs and unfalteringly unlocked the staff’s loo, the admin wing and then her office, each time correctly picking a different key. His knack for recognition would have been unearthly were it not for the fact that until he had reached the refuge a few months earlier, he and his mother had been locked into their apartment for his entire life.
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This post is from Dancing for Week#79 of 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups over at Julia’s Place. Do pop over to see the other entries!

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