A Tale Out of TimeA Tale Out of Time
By: Andrew Hines
The wind howls on an otherwise bright and cheerful Spring evening on the California coastline, as a man in a well-crafted business casual suit walks out into the evening light as the sun sets across the bay. He turns to lock the door behind him as he closes up the storefront for the day. He pulls the door tight as he reaches into his left pants pocket for the keys, affixed to the ring on which he keeps the keys to his home and car, alike. This man, standing slim but athletic at almost six feet tall, missing the mark by a quarter inch, begins to perspire the longer he takes to find the keys. As he lifts the keys from his pocket with his left hand, his right finds its way to the lock, as if to act as a guide for his shaking left. As if by magic, the keys find a home in the lock and he deftly turns the lock clockwise to secure the door. Just as smoothly as it entered, the key is removed and once again finds its home in his left pocket.