Trucker Storyteller
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I couldn't hear him, couldn't hear the gravel shift under his feet, couldn't hear his crook brush his sides.
The only sound was that soft choking hum from his truck, still running in the background.
He stopped right at my door, stood there, staring in.
From that distance, I should have been able to see his face clearly, but I couldn't.
There was enough light from the dash, from the single overhead bulb in the lop, to make out his outline.
I could see the curve of his jaw, the dip where his nose should have been, but it didn't look right.
It wasn't blurred.
It wasn't shadowed.
It was just wrong.
Not grotesque.
Not monstrous.
Just incorrect.
Like it didn't belong on that body.
Like it had been copied from memory by someone who forgot what a real human face looked like.
Then he raised his hand and tapped the glass.
Just once.
I didn't move.
He tapped again.
Same spot.
Same rhythm.