Classroom year 9. In the corner behind the back wooden desk, curled up in a ball. The doors are open, plain net curtains are blowing and I am feeling cold. Sun is just rising.
Dark, tall, looming trees. Cold. Feel insignificant
Small, winding, narrow path. Well travelled. Signposted and clearly marked
large flowing river, flowing towards me. Water is cold and murky. Uninviting.
The flask is a thermos, stainless dteel, large with coffee in it, slightly stale and cold.
The key is a large, old, silver one, hanging from a large ribbon. It unlocks the back door to our garage.