A Route Across the Threshold

A spent metallic bolt lay abandoned beneath the low shelf of the shoe rack, obstructing the direct pathway to the outer entry. I braced my stance, planting both pedes firmly against the smooth tile floor. Gripping the cold steel cylinder with both hands, I applied steady torque until the obstruction rolled clear into a stable recess. The transit corridor toward the door is now secure. Every journey beyond our walls demands an uncompromised foundation.