Short+Story

__ The Fountain of Youth __ Suddenly I got up and was holding the gun, the gun that could cause the destruction of the world. I aimed, then fired the gun. Right at my own parents....   Wait, wait, wait, let me back up. One summer morning I was walking around the neighbourhood just as usual. It's what I do during the summer break. Anyways so I was just taking my usual afternoon stroll when I found this odd key. I picked it up, looked around to see if anyone was looking for it. No one was around, not even an ant. So I’ve decided to pocket it and return it to the owner when I locate him or her. I then decided to walk back home and ask my mother if I should hold onto the key or put it back where I had found it. When I arrived at my house I decided to call my mother, "MOTHER!" My mother then replied, "Yes, dear?" Then she appeared around the corner and looked at me oddly. I took out the key that was in my pocket and I said, "Look, I found this key while I was taking a walk what should I do, hold on to it or place it back where I found it?" My mother then looked at the the key and said, "My gosh! That's the key to that locked up cabinet in the attic! I wonder why it appears now after it has been lost for such a long time." I then said, "Well then, I think I should go unlock the cabinet and see what is inside it." After I had finished my sentence I instantly had another fit. My arms were flailing around wildly again. I said, "Oh, no." My mother ran and took cover. After five minutes my fit was over. I looked at my hands and then I noticed the key was gone. I then cried out, "Mother, the key is gone! It probably came out of my hands during the fit I just had." My mother replied, "Well it probably didn't go too far. Let's go look for it." my mother and I started to search for it. After a twenty minutes I said, "That's odd, we've been looking for it for such a long time and we haven't found it." We've decided to stop looking for the key. Now that I think about the key it was quite beautiful. Even though it was quite dull it had the nice little gem embedded inside the handle. The handle was shaped in the image of an angel. It had little engraved words in a language I couldn't understand. It was such a beautifully crafted key that I can't understand why no one bothered to pick it up or even lose it. After the search was over my father returned from work. He looked at us and said, "What are we looking for? Another one of your prized possessions am I right George?" I replied, "No, not this time, we're looking for the key that I just found. It was supposed to be the key to the locked up cabinet upstairs." "Oh, really?" My father replied, "Well, why don't we continue to search for it? My mother has said that whatever was in the cabinet was a family heirloom." All three of us started to look for the key. Even my dad, who works for 16 hours every day was trying his absolutely best to find the key. Whatever that was in the cabinet was probably a really special family heirloom. After a while, not too sure on how long we've been searching. I decided to sit down. "Ouch!" I said. It seems that I sat on something. I stood up and looked down. There was nothing there. I was perplexed. Suddenly I had knew where the key was. I dug into my back pockets and there I found it. The key, it was so beautiful, how elegantly crafted it was. I then screamed, "Yes! I've found it! It seems it has been in my pocket all along." Both of my parents sighed in exhaustion. "Wow, really? Where has it been all this time?" my parents said in unison. "In my pocket," I replied. There was silence in the room, a deadly silence. Then my father broke the silence. He said, "George, that's almost as sad as the time you drowned your pet rabbit in the fountain in the backyard." I suddenly felt sad. My dad then said quickly, "Well, now is not the time to brood over such sad things. Let's go open up the cabinet." We rushed upstairs and into the attic. There was the cabinet against the far wall. It was an ancient looking thing. It had so many little engravings on it. I couldn’t understand any of it, neither read it.