TeddyTrucker
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It has been a long couple of days, meeting after meeting trying to finalise the deal of a lifetime, after 48 hours of non stop stress you have done everything you can and now you can relax a little, well that is after the 4 hour drive home you have to now endure
As you pull out of the office car park your radio reports that the local highway is impassable due to snow fall as the weather moves north, as you curse Mother Nature herself you think to yourself “that only leaves the northern country route, if your quick enough you should be able to beat the snowfall”
90 minutes later you pull out your cigarettes and realise this is your last one, you crack the window slightly and the cold winter wind hits you in the face, you light you cigarette and inhale the sweet taste, a loud chime alerts you and the orange glow from your dashboard informs you that your gonna need to refuel very soon
A mile or so later staring into the light snow coming down which is illuminated by your headlights you see a half covered sign reading “service station 1 mile, last stop for 50 miles”
You pull your car into the forecourt and up to one of the pumps, it then dawns on you that there is very little lighting at this location, as you look around you realise the lighting inside is also off and you climb out of your car you see the sign on the door that sends shivers up your spine, it reads “Closed for the weekend”
Thoughts rush through your head of what are you going to do, you can’t make it to the next station, the snow storm would be coming through within a couple of hours or so, if you were to stay where you are how are you going to stay warm, as the questions run through you head you are suddenly brought back to reality when a rough voice comes from behind you “Good Evening Miss, do you need some help?”
You turn around and see the middle aged man with a cigarette in his hand coming into view as he comes round the front of his truck/big rig ……
Please feel free to DM me to see where this story can go
As you pull out of the office car park your radio reports that the local highway is impassable due to snow fall as the weather moves north, as you curse Mother Nature herself you think to yourself “that only leaves the northern country route, if your quick enough you should be able to beat the snowfall”
90 minutes later you pull out your cigarettes and realise this is your last one, you crack the window slightly and the cold winter wind hits you in the face, you light you cigarette and inhale the sweet taste, a loud chime alerts you and the orange glow from your dashboard informs you that your gonna need to refuel very soon
A mile or so later staring into the light snow coming down which is illuminated by your headlights you see a half covered sign reading “service station 1 mile, last stop for 50 miles”
You pull your car into the forecourt and up to one of the pumps, it then dawns on you that there is very little lighting at this location, as you look around you realise the lighting inside is also off and you climb out of your car you see the sign on the door that sends shivers up your spine, it reads “Closed for the weekend”
Thoughts rush through your head of what are you going to do, you can’t make it to the next station, the snow storm would be coming through within a couple of hours or so, if you were to stay where you are how are you going to stay warm, as the questions run through you head you are suddenly brought back to reality when a rough voice comes from behind you “Good Evening Miss, do you need some help?”
You turn around and see the middle aged man with a cigarette in his hand coming into view as he comes round the front of his truck/big rig ……
Please feel free to DM me to see where this story can go