The Red Door
It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning when I saw him come out of the red door.
I was eating breakfast and had just taken a mouthful when I heard a loud screech. I looked out the window and saw him in his blue overalls, pulling the door closed.
It was a big and red wooden door , rustic looking , looked like a barn door. I had a fleeting thought that it looked out of place in the modern, mid-rise apartment complex I live in. But the thought quickly flew away when I noticed the bag he carried. It was black, irregularly shaped and looked really heavy. So heavy, in fact, that he was dragging it on the floor of the apartment hallway.
At one point, he lost his handle on the bag and it fell hard on the floor. A look of panic crossed his face and he hurriedly picked the bag up again, this time trying to hoist it onto his shoulders. He got about half of the bag in place on this shoulder and stood up. The curious weight proved too heavy and caused him to fall backwards, the bag, his head and his back all hitting the floor. The bag hit him on the face too, which made me laugh out loud.
After a minute of grunting and pulling, he finally made it to the elevator shaft. He pushed the button repeatedly, like he was getting too impatient to wait for it to arrive at his floor. He looked at the bag, then the numbers on the LED screen, then back to the bag. Indecision marked his features like a tattoo. A nervous energy seemed to vibrate through his back, almost like he was shivering.
Finally, a ding! and the elevator doors opened. He hauled his big black bag through the opening and disappeared from sight once the doors closed.
I looked at the red door again, still getting the nagging feeling that it looked out of place. I slowly finished the rest of my breakfast, still staring at the door. I wondered what was beyond the door and what was in the bag.
I shook my head in amazement, wondering why I was so captivated by the door and the man in the first place. It was my first time seeing both, so what drew me to them so strongly? I couldn’t put a paw on it, so I turned away from the window, jumped onto my cat bed and proceeded to go to sleep, forgetting about the red door, the blue overalls and the black bag.
I was eating breakfast and had just taken a mouthful when I heard a loud screech. I looked out the window and saw him in his blue overalls, pulling the door closed.
It was a big and red wooden door , rustic looking , looked like a barn door. I had a fleeting thought that it looked out of place in the modern, mid-rise apartment complex I live in. But the thought quickly flew away when I noticed the bag he carried. It was black, irregularly shaped and looked really heavy. So heavy, in fact, that he was dragging it on the floor of the apartment hallway.
At one point, he lost his handle on the bag and it fell hard on the floor. A look of panic crossed his face and he hurriedly picked the bag up again, this time trying to hoist it onto his shoulders. He got about half of the bag in place on this shoulder and stood up. The curious weight proved too heavy and caused him to fall backwards, the bag, his head and his back all hitting the floor. The bag hit him on the face too, which made me laugh out loud.
After a minute of grunting and pulling, he finally made it to the elevator shaft. He pushed the button repeatedly, like he was getting too impatient to wait for it to arrive at his floor. He looked at the bag, then the numbers on the LED screen, then back to the bag. Indecision marked his features like a tattoo. A nervous energy seemed to vibrate through his back, almost like he was shivering.
Finally, a ding! and the elevator doors opened. He hauled his big black bag through the opening and disappeared from sight once the doors closed.
I looked at the red door again, still getting the nagging feeling that it looked out of place. I slowly finished the rest of my breakfast, still staring at the door. I wondered what was beyond the door and what was in the bag.
I shook my head in amazement, wondering why I was so captivated by the door and the man in the first place. It was my first time seeing both, so what drew me to them so strongly? I couldn’t put a paw on it, so I turned away from the window, jumped onto my cat bed and proceeded to go to sleep, forgetting about the red door, the blue overalls and the black bag.