Trucker Storyteller
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
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Like he was gliding.
Even the truck behind him wasn't shaking anymore.
It just idled there, quiet now.
Subdued.
He stood at the vending machines for a long time.
Didn't touch anything.
Didn't even move.
Just stood there, facing them like he was reading something.
Even though the machines weren't lit, they were dead, best I could tell.
I'd seen rest stops like that before.
Stuff breaks and never gets fixed.
He didn't seem to care.
And then, suddenly, he turned and looked straight at me.
I flinched.
Not dramatically.
I didn't duck or scramble, but I definitely shrank back like some part of me didn't want to be seen.
It felt automatic, like a reflex.
His head tilted just a bit, like he was trying to make out my face through the glass, and then he started walking.
Straight toward my truck, I stayed still.
Didn't the gravel in that same slow, steady pace.