The Perfect Snow Spot

I love the snow. I loved watching every flake hit the ground. The only time I ever felt like myself is when I get to play in the snow.

I practically raised myself in the snow covered cabin before my parents left it to me, I was very independent. After making my own breakfast, walking myself to school then back again, then making lunch, I would walk in the snow every winter, and I enjoyed walking passed all the pines, enjoying the snow build up on the trees, watching the delicate flakes hit the ground like miniature angles slowly floating to earth.

I would very carefully walk across the frozen lake and sometimes go ice fishing before heading back to the cabin.

I had found someone to bring back to the cabin with me. A companion, and I was excited.

“You seem excited too,” I said and smiled. They didn’t say anything.

“No need to say anything, we’ve been having fun. I know I’ve enjoyed myself,” I said, and looked out the window to see the snow.

I enjoyed hunting during the summer, my father used to go with me. But there weren’t many animals to hunt in the harsh winter. And there wasn’t much else to do in these rural parts. I grabbed my shotgun and untied my companion.

“I’ll give you a thirty second head start,” I said, smiling.

My plan was to chase him to the lake, and trap him in one of my ice fishing holes.