Broken key

   I first saw this object from perhaps twenty feet away, spotting it because it was the only thing glistening in the area. Although it was still somewhat overcast in the morning, the sun seemed much brighter that morning due to the dark, stormy weather we'd been having here in San Francisco in the preceding days.              
   While it was the shine that first attracted me, as I got closer I noticed that the broken key looked as if it was embedded in the surface where it laid, as the recent rainfall surrounding it seemed to envelop it from all sides. The entire shape looked like it had been placed in a half-cooled container of gelatin, and reminded me of when I was a child, and would place slices of banana into Jello that was setting.
   I wondered whether this breaking of the key had been intentional, and if not, did it inconvenience the possessor of it terribly at the time of the accident?  I also imagined that the former owner couldn't possibly have any idea how beautiful its' placement had become for me, nor of the allusions and memories it had helped to foster.