Door

It wasn’t solitary, there were others. Ones that looked just like this one, and ones that were further away. But this one was special, because this one was his.

As he pushed, it felt heavy. He had to put his whole body behind it just to move it smoothly. He was told, “always open and close the door smoothly”.

It was massive and heavy, but from this day forth, it was going to be his.

* * *

“Good morning!” he said, as he opened the door, before fixing his uniform.

His ability to manipulate the door had become quite smooth by now. He felt himself one of the best at doing it, feeling like his words and actions were making the day of those that used his door just that little bit better.

* * *

“Have a good lunch,” he said, as he shut the car door. The car then drove off and he began briskly walking back to his door. However, as he got closer, he noticed his door struggling to stay open. A young child was attempting to hold it for him. Though before he could get to it, what must’ve been one of the parents barked and gave the young boy a scornful look. The boy looked up at the man, disappointment flashing across his eyes, and then ran after the figure that barked.

* * *

It was just him and one other left now. The other doors had been replaced with revolving doors and electric doors.

* * *

“Good afternoon,” he said, as he opened the door, before fixing his uniform.

His ability to manipulate the door had become second to none. It was like an extension of him. Which in turn made it an extension of the better day for those that used his door.

* * *

“Good evening,” he said. His voice weak, before fixing his uniform for the last time.

He was the last one. And now, his door had become too much for him to handle. He lamented that he’d aged and his body wouldn’t let him continue. He thought about the many dreams that he had about this day — He looked up hoping to see a nice car pulling up to take him home. There was nothing there for him — He undid his top button and then walked off into the night.