Jack sat quietly smoking his last cigarette on the porch of his house. He watched the Detroit snow sink slowly to the ground. He wore boxers and a t shirt, his feet buried in the white powder. He smiled when a snowflake landed on the tip of his burning cig and quickly melted away. He watched as the sun slid lazily from behind the neighboring houses across the street, it's warmth kissing his face although he was not cold.
There were no cars, no people, no noises other than the hissing of his cigarette. He closed his eyes peacefully. He opened them when he heard footsteps. He looked up to see his mom walking up to him. She wore a white dress and her hair was curled like she did at Thanksgiving. She sat next to him and smiled, adding to the sun's warmth. He smiled back. So this is heaven.