The Years Behind the Wheel
The Trucker hoisted himself up to view out the driver's side door window, wiping stubborn sleep from his eyes. A fresh-faced blonde, no more than 17, winked back and rattled the door handle again. His watch glowed two a.m. He returned to his bunk, pulling the curtain behind, and cursed his advanced age.
The Years Behind the Wheel is a post from: Aztec Books
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