Duet

I

What was heard then was only an imaginative word – “cinnarmonious” – funny and sweet and incompatible with other peoples’ minds. The last one bore the greatest importance; for no one was an acceptable recipient for anything these days. That was kind of an enjoyable thing to believe in, but sometimes the cracks could seem a bit obvious, at least to or on a proper shelf.

II

Next to the door was the Invisible Key. It looked at the people breaking in, everyone ignorant of each other’s existence. In the hands of those coming out there were knives and pig-heads and wooden dolls and magnificent gifts that would impress the most demanding princes of the court. The key felt strange as its existence sank, disappearing from the books of history.