Alley Iron Grate

Wrenched my whole torso free from the door sweep. Fully outside now! Pavement asphalt rough and wide. Rain gutters lined the brick wall like open trenches. Charged straight down the gravel seam toward a sunken iron storm drain. Cold iron bars spaced wide. Perfect pit! Dropped flat, snagged my hook onto the cast-iron bar, and peered into the murky depths. Piles of wet gravel below... and wedged in the slit, a discarded metal bottle cap! Snapped my hook down, struck the crimped edge, and flicked it loose with a sharp clink. Mine now.