I ce-ages …

Sighing a deep breath I say, »OK, once more. Everybody who wants to join us on our quest and journey, please come inside the elevator cabin. Come closer. Hands and toes away from those elevator doors.«

Loosening my shoulders I shake my arms and hands before I put he little golden key in the lock slot.

»Could you…?« I am looking at the professor.

In understanding he is turning the key while I am pressing the blue-lightened buttons under the flaps next to the elevator manual panel.

Motionless we are all frozen in a thick silence that is following three metallic clicks. Bromford, llama, Kylie, Nigel and Professor Sideburns, the llama's professor for archaelogy, we used to call Professor Burnsides.

Suddenly and with a little jolt the elevator starts moving

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Today is Monday, the 7th of November 2022.

Elevating Elevator.

K ales …

 

»What does your elevator key look like?« asks Professor Sideburns.

»It is a slim golden one and usually attached to a keychain with a ring to my other keys to frontdoor, penthouse door and so on«, I answer.

»And you don't know where they are? That is so... so... so... human of you, dude! And expensive. Don't you remember the last time you lost your keys? That locksmith service literally took my last shirt, so to say«, adds the llama.

»The shirt you are not even wearing, animal?« I ask. »And if I remember clearly it was you who burried the keychain in the park because you thought the FSS or the CIA or MI5 was after you because of some comments you posted on the internet.«

»It was the MI6 and just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they are not after me.«

»MI6?« asks Nigel. »Bond? James Bond? Himself? Cool!«

»Don't be rediculous«, Kylie tries to bring things further. »Where did you last see or use your keys, Bromford? Where do you usually put them?«

»And why doesn't an apartment-house like this use electronic keys like an app on a smartphone or something like this?« Nigel adds another unnecessary question.

»On the little cabinet in the hallway«, I answer one of the questions. »And the apartment owners weren't ready for electronic key apps on their - let's say - last ten annual owners' meetings. The apartment building on 666, Whitaker Lane, in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, was to old, they kept saying.«

Klinging I can hear and see something flying towards me. In reflex I catch my keychain out of the air.

»Try these keys from the cabinet, you hero«, says the llama. »Not lost, not hidden in my non-existing pouch or somewhere else.«

»Ready for the next try?« asks Professor Sideburns pointing inside the elevator cabin.

And I am not too sure to be ready…

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Today is Saturday, the 5th of November 2022

Little Cabinet in the Hallway.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 227

Today is Friday, the 4th of November 2022.

When the spaniel met the wolf
the spaniel asked,
»Are you my grandpa, wolf?«

And the wolf said,
NOTHING.
And together they went on a killing spree
to devore six to seven goat kids,
three little piggies
and one or the other little red riding hood.

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"Bromford"

You've got to learn, to brighten up your ways
Kick out your dull padded life
There's much to know, and no doors in space
They were only mirrors you imagined in your mind
Now that you've got no place to go
And you stand alone
Know that there's just one place to be
And it's in your soul, oh
Like Bromford takes to fire the truth will come to you
Like streams that seek the ocean they will find ways through
Like morning meets the moon, my love will guide the way
It's time to wipe your eyes not, and awake
I've come to take you over, there's much for you to do
I've come to take you over, then it's up to you

Be like the light, in the shadows
Throw down your mask and be real
Don't wish to win, and don't mind to lose
That was just a cycle like a squirrel in a wheel
Now that you've got no place to look
And you stand alone
Know that's there's just one place to be
And it is your home, oh
Like fish that seek the water, the truth will come to you
Like leaves upon the soil, they will find ways through
Like flowers seek the sun, my love will guide the way
It's time to wipe your eyes now, and awake.

You say you're really with me but you only follow me around
How much you love me yes,
But I don't want the kind of love
I have to sit down and count

You think you're free and lucky but you're stuck behind a prison wall
How well you know yourself
But I see something else within you
That you don't see at all
You may give up your number, disowning all your wealth
You may sell all the pieces, but you'll
Never never never give up
Yourself, oh no no no.

Like Bromford takes to fire the truth will come to you
Like streams that seek the ocean they will find ways through
Like morning meets the night's stars, my love will guide the way
It's time to wipe your eyes not, and awake
I've come to take you over, there's much for you to do
I've come to take you over, then it's up to you.