Misplacement

The Drabble 2018

I misplaced my keys again, Annie. Have you seen them?
Not in a while, William, Not in quite a while.
I checked to see if I left them in the car and the car’s missing. Did we lend it out?
No, William. You sold the car.
When?
A little while ago.
How little?
Two plus years.
You’d think I’d remember something so important as selling my car.
You’d think.
I’d think what?
You think you should wash up for dinner?
I do and let’s take a walk or go for a ride afterwards.
I’d prefer a walk.
Okay, me too.

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