BITTERSWEET REMEMBERINGS

The lumber camp was not too far away. A walking distance from his parents' house, if he was patient enough to walk through the forest for at least half an hour…

But it so happened that it wasn’t a bad thing. Not after falling asleep thinking of werewolves and his beloved sister.

Jack woke up early and left the house before his parents noticed.

The air at that hour and up high in the mountain was crisp and fresh, not exactly like the rest of the day would be during the hotter season, and that’s why he enjoyed the early hours so much those days.

With a bottle of water and a large crisp green apple taken from his mother’s kitchen, he started walking slowly to work, taking in life and what had brought him.

“Sorah, how would things have been if you had not left?” he mumbled, letting the images of himself during the time of his youth invade his head.

He wasn’t unattractive, not even as a teenager. Actually, since he went more often than not to help in his father’s company, he was tall and