It may be ramshackle, but it’s mine. I paid what was owed. The floor creaks and the wind howls through a crack in the door. It’s never warm enough in here.
The key sticks. You’ll want to wiggle it in the lock.
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Christine Hanolsy 
I love the character of this house and how the narrator loves it’s little flaws. You are so good at this!
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Love the mix of self-respect and (perhaps some) vulnerability.
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The last line made this piece. Getting to know anyone is about wiggling the key. I wonder who is coming?
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We both talked about cold draughts getting in but you took this several steps further (as you always do so well). I love the nuanced deeper meaning; I could feel that fragility of the narrator as she asked for the person listening to be gentle, to take care with her. Your layers are always so beautiful!
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Just read yours – we really think alike sometimes, don’t we? 🙂
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Aw, shucks 🙂
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That’s how you win a heart, you look past the imperfections, you insert the key and wiggle the lock (gently, careful not to break it) until it opens.
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🙂 Exactly!!
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Love the leap with the spare key!
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all said, it belongs to him … cold and broken and all … i like the little piece
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I’m trying to decide who/what is more important to the narrator – the house or the person who now house the spare key.
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now *has* the spare.
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