Across the road

He leaves his house each day. Sometimes more than once a day and it is agonizing. OCD they call it. touch, touch, touch, touch, move back five paces, return, touch, touch, touch, touch , move back five paces, look, look, look, look and now you can leave. Agonizing. He cannot do anything but think of the door. The door that is unsafe and will be broken into one day. The day he forgets. But, of course he won’t forget. He wishes he could.