I felt the cobblestone move under my foot and a smile appeared on my lips before I even registered what it meant. I bent and levered the stone up, sure enough the key was underneath. Gran had left it here for me to let myself in after school. She often had an afternoon task to do, driving one of the elderly back from a doctors appointment, she was never too long, and she always had some fresh baked cookies or muffins waiting for me with a note. I enjoyed those afternoons when both my parents were working late, and Gran and I would make jokes out of my homework, we would get it done, but take the mickey out of the school system, the teachers or the subject. I realise now it was her way to get me to actually focus on the work. I slipped the key into my pocket with a smile. This is a memory I would keep. The new owners of her house would likely never know the significance of this particular cobblestone.