“Honey, this is the place,” James said. “Isn’t it great?”
Doris looked at the rustic cabin and gave an unenthusiastic grunt. “You know, James, I’m not a big fan of roughing it. Is this place even air conditioned?”
“No way,” James said. “This place is totally off-grid. No electricity, no gas, no internet. You cool the place by opening the windows, you heat the place by burning logs in the fireplace, and you light the place with oil lamps.”
Doris frowned. “There better not be any bugs or spiders in there,” she said.
James chuckled. “Don’t fret, Doris, I’ll protect you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key to open the cabin’s front and only door. “That’s strange,” he said, jiggling the key in the lock. “The key doesn’t seem to be working.” He pulled it out of the lock and looked at it. “Shit, the damn thing is bent.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Doris said. “Did you bend the key? That’s such a shame. Didn’t we pass a casino on the way here? It looked like a really nice place. We could head back there until you can get a new key.”
Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Di at Pensitivity101, where the three things are “honey,” “key,” and “place.” Also for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (bend).