kazu adventure 8

The gap beneath the front door provided sufficient clearance. Dropping past the rubber sweep, my boots made direct contact with the bristling fibers of the coir mat outside. The dense, wiry coir acted like a thicket, demanding careful foot placement to maintain balance. Just ahead, an arched loop of yellow plastic packing band lay wedged between the stiff bristles. I locked my right hand onto the rigid strap, testing its tension. It held firm, offering a solid elevated vantage point above the fibers to survey the long, quiet linoleum corridor beyond.