According to the map, the best way, it said, was to go under the footbridge and follow the dual carriageway to where it bends right, and take the left โ this road leads nowhere, but itโs the best place to park and then walk over the railway bridge onto the station approach; take the steps down to the main road, cross over, walk along the buildings for a bit, and thatโs where Key Street is.
Thatโs what the map said.
Iโm at the junction of the main road and where Key Street should be โ only it isnโt there.
The main road behind me, all modern, busy with traffic, shops, food places and neon signs, just a usual typical main road.
In front of me is an alleyway, a back alley at that, a back alley that looks like itโs stood still since the 1930s, not a street at all.
And at the end is the buildingโฆ the building that shouldnโt be thereโฆ not hereโฆ not thenโฆ the building that hosts the Bistroโฆ but the thing is, Iโm not even in the same country as where the Bistro is – this mystical place certainly seems to have a unique pull about it.
A second entry for Six Sentence Stories, where the prompt word this week is โKeyโ. Wellโฆ all keys lead to somewhere, donโt they?
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