The Old Trucker
Copyright 2012: The Old Trucker by Mark Stewart. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author. This story is fictitious and a product of the author’s imagination. Resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental.
IN THE Australian outback, the old trucker clutches the steering wheel, settling his back into the worn vinyl seat. He pushes the pedal to the metal, waiting for the engine to respond. He’s heading home for the last time.
The truck seems to know the way.
The old trucker’s eyes glisten. “This is definitely my last trip.”
Both truck and driver are worn out. He slowly turns his head sideways to look out the passenger window. He sees a blue flash. It pierces the ink coloured sky. Experience tells him he must stop, but he presses on.
Rain on the cabin roof sounds like small pebbles.
Another blue flash rips a line in the heavens.
Through fatigue filled eyes the old trucker sees the flat desert landscape, baron, unchanging, yet it’s full of life. The spectacle captures his concentration. He curls dry callous hands tighter around the wheel, trying to shake his concentration awake.