(75 word micro-story #4)
No one up here in the north country seems to use their front door. Some even block it off with planters and such. I suppose that’s one way to minimize snow shoveling labors.
But there’s something civilized and congenial about a formal front entry. It offers welcome. I wouldn’t mind the shoveling, or the company it brought.
I’d use mine if I had one, if I had a house. Anything but this cursed cardboard box.