Lock and Key

Mystery. Romance. Intrigue. What are your thoughts when you look at the lock and key in this photo? Do they pique your curiosity or stimulate a particular emotion? Do you have a lock and key story to tell?

Sometimes when she's alone, the aroma of cherry tobacco infiltrates the room. There's no explanation for why it happens but she knows for certain it isn't her imagination. The aroma is very distinct, a familiar one from earlier days. The only room that this oddity occurs in is the living room. She is usually relaxing in her favorite chair or watching the television. On occasion, the aroma is that of rose-scented perfume or cologne. 

His name was Forrest and he lived in the green house with green walls and green trim. I believe it is safe to say that he had a proclivity for green. It is also natural to assume that this obsession had something to do with his name. 

The house sat empty for a good year before it was put on the market. Its owner went to a nursing home and was not able to return. He had been the soul resident for some time, ever since the passing of his wife.

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Lorene cupped her hands and carefully placed them against the window pane as she attempted to look inside the tiny house. It was a Sunday afternoon and the realtor was not available to take her in. But she assured her that it was okay to look around the vacant property. She felt an immediate connection and was especially drawn to the archway that divided the living and dining rooms. She submitted an offer the next day.

As you may have noticed, this story lacks organization... among other things. That is because it is not an actual story—yet. It is a tool of sorts, one that will hopefully help me improve my skills as a writer. (A little formal training would also be helpful. :-) I hope that you will stop back on occasion and see how the story, and my writing skills, progress.