Electric Lock

Tonight the streetlights where I live went out at midnight as usual.

While I looked for my key the kindhearted taxi driver aimed his
headlights at me as he backed up. The ruthless glare projected the
inky silhouette of a middle-aged man onto the iron gate. It was only
after I had found the right key on the chain and inserted it straight
into my heart that the good fellow drove off.

Then I turned the key in my heart with a click, pulled out the
delicate piece of metal, pushed the gate open, and strode in. Soon
I got used to the darkness inside.

ELECTRIC LOCK