The Door.

The door was painted a bright red at one point, though these days you can barely tell. The harsh weather and heat of the southwestern sun had taken its toll on the once vibrant door leaving it now to be left in disregard by the owner. The stifling summer sun and the unforgiving torrent of the cyclones leaves the door almost bare. Being used rarely the hinges have become rusty and, in turn, now make the most retched of sounds when movement is forced upon them.
If one where to judge a residence based strictly upon it's entry then one would take on the assumption that this residence is ru…