Key

The radio beeped. She’d missed her train.

She couldn’t find it. But she always put it in the same place. She retraced her steps from last night. Went through where she’d been, what she’d worn. Tipped her bag out for a third time.

It wasn’t in the house. She’d used it last night but where was it now?
She gave up then. Went to turn the radio off and stopped dead. A train derailment. More news as it happens.

Her train.

She left the house in a daze.
And as she shut the door. Saw it there in the keyhole.