PAST
Jack grabbed the garbage and headed out the back door. It always stuck in the winter and he had to give it an extra push. The screen popped open with a scrape and banged against the siding of the house. The cold air hit his face, jarring him. The ground was covered in slick ice, frozen overnight as the temperature dipped below freezing. He stepped cautiously, not wanting to land on his a*s, to the garbage can and threw it in. The woods behind his house were heavy with snow-covered branches that glistened in the sun. The tall pines stood like ice castles with their branches fanned out providing a canopy only letting in streams of light, illuminating the ground further. As the snow started to melt in the sun, it fluttered down from the branches high above like a second snowfall.
Jack
