She contemplated the geometric shapes before her. Circles linked together with lines, creating a web.
It was inconspicuous enough in the middle of the sidewalk. Also conspicuous enough that a passerby would think it just art. The area was full of art. Graffiti tags, murals painted by city approved and authorized artists. So the average person walking past wouldn’t know the secrets contained here in these geometric shapes.
She bent and ran fingers over the cold stone before glancing up quickly to ensure she wasn’t being watched.
It had been a number of years since she came across a portal key and then to stumble upon one while she was getting a morning cup of coffee.
She wondered where this one led. She wondered more, who had left it here. Either someone was extremely careless or extremely cunning. Either way it’s sudden appearance here was intriguing.
She glanced around again casually, taking a deeper look that know one was paying her any attention. To her benefit the street was empty.
The lines forming the key were like none she’d ever seen. Yet also to her benefit she possessed a master key. The ability to open any portal key.
She drew her right forefinger across the inner circle once clockwise, and a second counter. She traced the line from the top right circle to the center before bringing it upward and then around the edge of the heptagon, and then paused. She looked around her again. She touched a gold painted finger to the bottom left circle. Only when she heard the gasp of the opening portal did she take her gaze from the streets and step through.
Saturday Stories: A (weekly) feature on PrudyChick.com. All stories are written by Prudence Landis [unless otherwise noted as a guest post]. Photo credit: Prudence Landis
