"This week’s prompt: The key she had in her hand didn't fit the lock, it did yesterday, but now something had changed.... But what?" The key she had in her hand didn't fit the lock, it did yesterday, but now something had changed.... But what? A hand reached forward from beside her, the palm was open and expectant. "Let me try!" her little brother said excitedly. With a little hesitation, she passed him the dull bronze key. He grasped it tightly with delight. To his hand the key felt cool. Its engraved patterns bit into his hand as he held it. He pushed the key into the lock and it turned with a click. The old mechanism squeaked as the tumblers rotated into position. Around the edges of the key a warm wind filtered through, which felt comforting to his hand. She watched agape as the key turned for him, wondering what it meant. Her curiosity outweighed her annoyance that the key had not turned for her. Stacey, had told him about the fairy garden last...