Mail is in

He leans heavily on the wheelie rubbish bin. It is just his height. The bin sits next to the letterbox. In his hand, he has a two-page letter. He looks at the first page and then the second. He doesn’t read it he just looks. Then he looks up with a slightly puzzled expression. His eyes don’t scan the print, they only stare at the white paper. Maybe he wanted to transfer it straight from letterbox to wheelie bin. Something stops him. Besides he seems to want to lean heavily on that bin.