I ran my fingers over the dial. (turn it four clicks left). S (three right). I (two left). B (one right). L (stop). G (pull).
I tried again, but this time, I listened. A faint click echoed from deep inside the metal belly. The door swung open on silent hinges. Inside wasn’t gold or jewels. fsiblg
Just a single, yellowed photograph. On the back, in shaky handwriting: "Fsiblg" – the sound of a heart remembering how to hope. I ran my fingers over the dial