Word Prompt Porn /From a Photograph

Until the day she found the key hidden in the lush of her garden, it had been twelve years since she last stepped foot into that dusty shed. It had never occurred to her to have the lock broken. She stood before the worn and raggedy green door, staring at the lock and then at the golden key she clung to in her shaking left hand; within herself she recognized the feeling of a foreboding spirit rising from her toes—it permeated her body. 

She tentatively put the key in the lock; she twisted the key until she heard the click of the lock release. To her, it sounded like a boom. Or maybe she was confusing it with the beat of her heart, pounding hard against her chest. She thought, “I’m too old for this.”

Bravely, she slowly pushed the shed door open. It creaked like a warning. There was a bright white light that washed over her, blinding her sight. In a sudden moment, she recalled why she had kept away from that shed all these years. But it was too late to turn ba—.