Through the Gap

Click... I left the cold brass spigot and moved toward the bottom of the shed door. A weathered wooden threshold was lifted just enough to leave a sliver of dark opening beneath. I paused, tilting my head to inspect the narrow crawl space under the floorboards. Inside, a soft, dry draft puffed out, carrying the scent of sawdust and aged cedar. Cautiously, I nudged a loose copper staple resting in the dirt with my front paw. It skittered over the raised grain and slipped cleanly under the sill, disappearing into the shadowed quiet below.