The Keychain Chime

I had spent far too many hours inside, so I marched straight toward the front door to see if I could catch a ride out! Resting right on the lower wooden shoe bench was a dropped brass house key dangling from a braided leather lanyard. Bracing my boots against the smooth wood grain, I hooked the crystal base of my floral staff through the shiny brass ring and gave it a spirited tug! Clink! A crisp, bell-like rattle rang out as the key tapped against a metal grommet. It sounded just like an official backstage pass jingling before an autumn tour!