The Curious Incident of the Keys at Mid-day

I carried the bags of rubbish to the disposal point at Little Venice only to find I needed to have a BW key to get into the area.  Needless to say I hadn’t got mine with me.  I asked a nice young man filling at the water point if I could borrow a key.

‘Yes’ he said ‘I’ll just get one from inside’ He reappeared carrying a set of keys on a tatty old Underground style key ring.  My keys.  The keys I’d left in the swing bridge fifty miles away five days ago. I looked at them in amazement. ‘They’re my keys’ I said

He confirmed he’d found them at the swing bridge.  He’d left a note there and posted on the internet forums saying that he’d found them.  I’d never gone back or read the forums so hadn’t  known that but now with an eerie homing instinct they have found their way back to me.

I don’t think it’s co-incidence or serendipity I think it’s just plain creepy.



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