Etched along the shaft: “Visage, I love you” in a barely-visible script that only reveals itself when held to the light.
The lights went out. The smile stayed. [Visual: Dark room. A single old-fashioned key on a velvet cloth. Flickering candle.] visage i love you key
The key wasn’t for a door. It was for me . The part of me that still whispered back when the house whispered first. I put it around my neck, and for the first time in ten years, the hallway mirror showed my reflection smiling. Etched along the shaft: “Visage, I love you”