Doors inside out. The occupants never thought of them; instead they thought of boxes. The ones piled up too high behind the locker door made of corrugated metal, and heavy, and blue grey, with a cold past squeezing out from around it. This was really a solid gate, not a door.
Real doors were warm and wooden and painted red like the ones on the front of heritage homes. That’s the best color for a door because it shows off a Christmas wreath just right. It draws attention to its structure and co-ordinates well with a black wrought iron mailbox. The lawn is happy with a complimentary splash of color.
Birds find it cheerful, and the loud rumblings heard coming from behind it; the angry voices, the shouting seem even more violent when passing through the scarlet wound of the house. If the door were made of glass, one wonders if the occupants would be quieter and reflective. Who made a decision to inflame the door; and when was it so.
©2015 Nicole Rigets