Door

Before walking down the steps she turned to close the screen door outside the house. He turned the doorknob of the thick oak door on the inside of the house and pushed it closed. There was pressure between the two forces, as if the house was resisting its sealing. After a brief fight the oak prevailed. Its heaviness was too much for the thin metal and weak mesh of the screen door. All night the wind brushed up against the losing side, perhaps trying to help it close. The sound was a faint knocking, keeping him up, making him wonder how he ever let her go.