Teal paint – the soft blue-green of a calm sea – covered the wooden door. Red and green crawled over the brickwork, reminding Jack of Christmas. His fingers brushed the window and he closed his eyes, lost in memory.
He stepped back and took a deep breath. He knew what he needed to do. The key felt heavy in his hand, even though it was small enough to fit snugly in his palm.
Jack put the key in the lock and turned it. The door creaked open, bidding him enter this strange new world.
It was his father’s key, his father’s shed, his father’s secrets. But his father was gone now.
As the light spilled across strange books, copper tubes, marble column and flashing lights, Jack stood in awe and wonder.
He’d known his father all his life, but now he realized he’d never known him at all.
Word Count: 146
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge! The picture is from pixabay.com.