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He had never blackened his young mouth with a lie before the worst day, simply never needed to. He told Mom his eyes were closed tight, he was not listening. The TV showed buildings on fire airplanes flying into buildings people jumping out of buildings buildings on fire airplanes flying into buildings people jumping out of buildingsWithin two days he’d told his second, looking Mom dead in the eye. The jar just broke, that’s all – and away to examine the key that held his father’s dead scent.And now the key never leaves his neck- it locks him away into sleep, its iron chill wakes him in the morning. Mom’s kiss says ‘I wish I could come too’ but only the key stays with him through the school gates; the promise of a home, the dangling curiosity of life, around his neck. Walking home it locks him away from strangers- when he arrives he is a gift and the key is his wrapping, and now Mom’s kiss says ‘I miss him too’; together they unlock the box, salty eyed, enjoying his scent once more.