Jayden stood at the living room window and watched the falling snow. It was steady with large fluffy flakes that seemed to settle quickly into a thick blanket. There was already over eight inches on the ground, an accumulation virtually unknown in his region. His boss had phoned about a half an hour before to say that they would be closing the workshop today. Closed, Jayden mused. It had been the first time since his divorce that he had had a weekday off. Since the divorce, flashed through his head. He pondered the circumstances of of it. She had said he was a workaholic and never had time for her anymore. Was she right?Why am I feeling so wound up by a few flakes of snow? I just want to get to work. Is that too much to ask? Jayden checked himself, and took a deep breath, How could such a tranquil scene as falling snow bring on such a blizzard of thoughts?
Jeremy had spent the entirety of is nineteen years in the same town. Buried deep in the farm-belt Hog’s Knuckle was the backwater of all backwaters. When he was 15 he had made that one trip to the state fair with the 4H Club, but beyond that he had never journeyed more than twenty miles from “Knuckle.”
The economic situation in the town was dire, and with the closure of the cannery there seemed to be no hope for any real semblance of life left. With the longing for a new start in his soul, Jeremy left home a little after nine, being sure to go out the kitchen door as if he were on his way to the barn. Circling back he picked up the old knapsack he had left by the silo, and headed to the bend on the Billings Line. By ten he would be on a freight train on his way to new horizons.