Night Retreat

Cold wind hissed across the yard! Time to head back inside, but the heavy shed door swung half-shut, trapping me on the concrete threshold. Detour around? Never! I planted my boots, leaned my craggy shoulder right into the splintered wood, and gave a massive heave—HURRRGH! The rusted iron hinge screeched like an angry crow. Metal scraped grit, coughing up dry flakes of red rust all over my knuckles. With one last rattling shove, the door groaned open just wide enough for me to squeeze through and head for the house lights!