Frosted Window

I originally wrote this short for my creative writing class. I've expanded upon it a little. I chose to present it in that class because I think it brings to mind interesting thoughts.

The wind swirled the snow outside as the man stared through a frosted window of his small home. It was dark. He could barely see the shadowy trees as they swayed lightly in the frigid gusts. He wondered how long he could stay here, in his comfortable home, before they found him. He did not think about this with any sort of alarm, only with curious uncertainty. The man stood from his seat by the window and walked to a small counter, which served as his kitchen. As he prepared some hot chocolate for himself, he continued to think about the people searching for him. He had caused them a great deal of pain and embarrassment over the few short years he had been at war with them. He had exposed their endeavors and assassinated many of their people. Yet he had been unable to win his war. There were simply too many of them to shine light on or eliminate. He took pleasure in the thought that he had caused them to feel, in their own way, the pain they inflicted upon others. His hot chocolate prepared he returned to his seat by the window. He waited and thought. He still wondered if he was a good person anymore now that he had done so many of the evil things they had. He decided he wasn’t but he was still better than them and on the right side. He had tried eliminating their vile existence in another manner, a peaceful manner. But he could not convince the vileness that it was indeed vile and needed to go away. The man sighed thinking that his attempt had been about as useful as petting a porcupine the wrong way. It not only was an unreasonable creature but had also decided to leave him with several painfully well-placed barbs. At least he had tried. He continued to wait and stare out the frosted window at the snow-covered landscape until they came and made him disappear.