He stared in silence at the weathered wooden doors, contemplating what a fine analogy they made for the relationship he’d shared with his father these last twenty years. Certainly, they posed a barrier, of sorts, but their efficacy was limited to inhibiting those who had no real desire to see what they guarded in any event.
The lock, while shiny and serviceable, was an equally-laughable deterrent as a smart rap with a hammer would rob it of any purpose and leave it disposed of and forgotten in the wintry mud.
How true it was that the metaphorical lock on his hardened heart could have been cast aside at any time and the wintery mud. imited to inhibersatz impediments of indifference and disappointment cast open for him to see inside.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: locked.