Chapter 2 The Desk

After the reading of my father’s will I was awarded the keys to mansion, they unlocked to complete wonders of the house. Lucy, whom was with me during the will, drove me home. During the whole journey home I twiddled the keys between my fingers, I was wondering if I held the key to my father’s secret room.

As we came up the gravel drive I noticed a small brass key that didn’t look big enough to open a door but instead a cabinet or desk. I got out the car and wondered aimlessly towards the door, Lucy was hot on my heels always looking to comfort me. I wandered through the lifeless hallways until I came to the door of my father’s office. I stretched out my hand and wrapped around the cold brass handle, it sent a shiver through my body.

I twisted the handle and walked in it was cold in the room on either wall were giant floor to ceiling bookcases filled with first addition books. At the far end of the room was my father’s oak desk, behind it was a giant glass wall that looked out over the grounds, gardeners were almost dancing in the way they worked the flowers making it look like an art.

I slunk into the chair behind the desk, Lucy walked behind me and massaged my shoulders. I ran my fingers over the desk and flicked on the small writing lamp. The desk was perfect not a scratch or mark on it. I slowly slid open the draw to my left it was neatly arranged with writing utensils on the left and perfectly stacked writing paper on the right, I slide the draw back in and tried the one on my right it didn’t move.

I leant forward and examined the draw, there was a small hole next to the handle. I remembered the small brass key and removed it from my pocket, it slid straight into hole, I twisted the key and a click rang through the great room. I gripped the handle and pulled, the draw slid straight out and stopped me dead in my tracks. In the draw was a picture of my mother holding me as a child. I lifted out and put it on the desk, under it was a golden key.

Lucy grabbed it and held it to the light “we found it!” she whispered. She leant across and kissed me, she took the photo of my mother and put it back in the draw and closed it, took the key and slid it into the pocket of my jacket.