Sifting through a box of old keys, Lizzie felt a special one. Like a lightening bolt, this key shocked her fingertips and attached itself to the palm of her hand. Startled, she looked around for something the key could possibly open. On the far side of the room was a tiny door nearly hidden by the drapery that showed an antique lock that was pulsing and glowing with golden light. Turning the key, Lizzie was shown a most amazing sight.
© 2013 Annie
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
© 2013 Annie
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie