Thing no.29

2006

I have a set of keys to my girlfriend’s home. I leave the house after her in the morning and cycle off into town. After half an hour of peddling a thought enters my head. There is nothing that has prompted this image to arrive but as i am cycling I can see the front door with a set of keys left in the lock. I cycle furiously back through the traffic imagining the open door swinging in the wind.

When i get there the bunch of keys are still hanging from the lock.