Winter stepped down off the dock behind his new house and walked across the lawn toward the driveway. "It seems like such a nice day" he said "I think I will go for a walk". He stepped out along the narrow shoulder of the highway and began walking toward the middle of town.
Winter had just moved to the historical town-site of Corran after saving up enough money in his job as a retail trainer to make the down payment. Housing prices are insane and his tiny house was no exception at $249,900. "For all the tax money they make out here you would think they could have wider shoulders on these roads for residents to walk". Winter scoffed as his foot slipped on the gravel almost sending him down into the ditch.
"I do not think I want to know what that is about right now" he said "today is a day to relax and I am sure I will just read about it in the local paper tomorrow". Winter continued north on Concession 16 heading toward the Broncos Memorial Park. The park was built in the small hamlet as a memorial to the tragic bus crash in Saskatchewan. "Hockey families have to stick together" said one of the councillors, Winter recalled the speech on the local television news station "this park will encourage our youth to participate in local sports and keep the hockey tradition alive for Canadians in their memory". It was one of the things that drew Winter to move into this part of the county, that and to escape the big city.
Winter heard the ambulance depart from Maple Lane with their siren wailing, this time when it reached the intersection it traveled north toward the city. "I wonder if this means they will have to change the highway sign to population 39 from 40 now?" Winter pondered to himself. It was kind of a morbid thing to do, someone could be dead or dying, but who doesn't wonder such things, really. It is like the thought that comes to mind when you see a funeral home built next to an old folks home, could there be a tunnel connecting the two to save time? We all have to go sometime.