PART 2 OF 8
THE KEY IN THE ICE
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Behind me, the manager made a strange choking sound.
At the center of the melting pile was something wrapped in faded pink cloth.
I reached down.
A child’s sock.
Tiny white daisies were stitched around the ankle.
The fabric was stained brown with dirt.
Another mark had soaked into it too.
Rusty red.
The sock felt far too heavy.
I opened it carefully.