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[#161] Home Is Where The Heart Is (Trucks)
Theme Prompt: #161 - Homecoming
Title: Home Is Where The Heart Is
Fandom: Trucks (Stephen King work)
Rating/Warnings: T | first person POV just as in the original work | Mechanophilia
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 983
Summary: Main-character deals with the upcoming holidays
AN: The original version was over 1K so I had to cut it.
I can’t believe my eyes: it really snows. Mesmerized I stand in front of the window and let my gaze wander over the parking area.
A thin layer of snow covers everything and even I know it might be freezing cold outside, I open the window and lean out of it. I close my eyes and inhale the cold air.
“Good morning. Looks beautiful outside, right?”
“It surely does. It’s a coincidence that it snows just in time for the holidays, right?” As soon as I see Larry’s face I regret my remark.
“Sorry.” I murmur as I sit down and look out of the kitchen window.
“It’s okay, kiddo.”
No, it wasn’t okay and we both knew it, but neither of us wanted to start the day with talking about our previous life and dwell in memories.
Half-way through the breakfast I lost my appetite and announced that I would head to the gas station, using the old excuse of ‘a lot of work’ and the obligatory ‘forgotten thing to do’. I was in need of fresh air and couldn’t bear the thoughts of the upcoming holidays which were around the corner.
‘Check the tires.’
I signed out. I would have to go over the stock of winter tires with Larry. I was certain that I would have to order some more sets. I opened the drawer, searched for a notebook and some pencil and placed it all on the desk. Now I would have to fetch the catalog and could do a first quick check which sets I would have to order.
I’d just got up and let my eyes wander of the cramped shelves when I heard a truck approaching the gas station and seconds later the unmistakable honk tells me that it’s who I silently had wished for: the purple Kenworth.
I fetch my jacket and step out of the warm office. “Hey. The usual?” He flashes his headlights twice: yes. Filling his tank was something I could do in my sleep. “Looks like winter came earlier than expected.” I scan his tires. “If I’m not mistaken I have a set of winter tires for you in the storage. If the weather stays like that, you should come back in the evening.”
The answer I receive doesn’t hide that he’s wary of why he should return later. “Look, this will be a busy day. Larry and I need to prepare for the winter sooner than expected and …”
I stop talking as I hear footsteps coming closer. I lower my voice and continue “I … I mean Larry and I could change your tires if we have them but … it’s just that I know that this day wont be easy and I need something to look forward to at its end.”
I can hear from the way his engine sounds that he’s worried. “No need to worry, big guy.”
I give him a pet on his tank. “Roll out but be careful.”
It was a relief that the day was filled with a lot of work, since that prevented us from talking too much about the holidays which were creeping closer and closer.
We couldn’t avoid the topic completely but we could pretend that we weren’t aware of awkward atmosphere.
Carefully the purple Kenworth approaches the gas station and rolls towards us. He honks once and stops his engine.
“Don’t wait for me, unless you want a late dinner.” Larry gives me a questioning look.
“Not the best weather condition to be out there, especially without winter tires.” I know that Larry’s right but I hear myself saying that I have the best guard with me I could ask for.
“I will never understand what it is between you and this truck.” He laughs and continues “I bet the view from up there is splendid.”
The Kenworth opens his door. I climb up and make myself comfortable on the driver’s seat. “See ya later.” He closes his door and the engine comes to live again. I lean back, listen concentrated to the purring engine and wish that this moment could last forever.
Slowly we make our way to our favorite spot to gaze over the town.
“With winter, there comes the holiday season and with the holidays the memories return.” I spare him the details of explaining right now what this means, that will be something for a different day. “You know on these days no one wants to be alone and spent time with either loved ones or go out somewhere to drink until they don’t feel alone anymore.”
I shift on the driver’s seat and lay my hands on the steering wheel. “I need a way out of the dilemma I’m facing: On the one hand I know I have to spent time with the others, especially Larry … You know past live and stuff like that.” Subconsciously I congratulate myself, that I have maintained my normal voice. “On the other hand I want to escape from the university for the days and …”
I’m uncertain if it would be a wise decision to continue to speak or not. I press my lips together, let my hands absent-minded roam over the steering wheel and I consider the pro and contra of speaking out what is on my mind.
A soft blow of warm air across my face brings me back into the here and now. A gently touch, a sign that it’s okay to continue to speak even that isn’t necessary anymore since he knew what I would say.
“They can’t ease the pain I’ll feel but you can.”
I lean forward, head resting on the steering wheel as I gaze out of the front window. It’s already getting dark and there is not much too be seen. I close my eyes for a short time, relishing the silence and the warm air which surrounds me.
Title: Home Is Where The Heart Is
Fandom: Trucks (Stephen King work)
Rating/Warnings: T | first person POV just as in the original work | Mechanophilia
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 983
Summary: Main-character deals with the upcoming holidays
AN: The original version was over 1K so I had to cut it.
I can’t believe my eyes: it really snows. Mesmerized I stand in front of the window and let my gaze wander over the parking area.
A thin layer of snow covers everything and even I know it might be freezing cold outside, I open the window and lean out of it. I close my eyes and inhale the cold air.
“Good morning. Looks beautiful outside, right?”
“It surely does. It’s a coincidence that it snows just in time for the holidays, right?” As soon as I see Larry’s face I regret my remark.
“Sorry.” I murmur as I sit down and look out of the kitchen window.
“It’s okay, kiddo.”
No, it wasn’t okay and we both knew it, but neither of us wanted to start the day with talking about our previous life and dwell in memories.
Half-way through the breakfast I lost my appetite and announced that I would head to the gas station, using the old excuse of ‘a lot of work’ and the obligatory ‘forgotten thing to do’. I was in need of fresh air and couldn’t bear the thoughts of the upcoming holidays which were around the corner.
‘Check the tires.’
I signed out. I would have to go over the stock of winter tires with Larry. I was certain that I would have to order some more sets. I opened the drawer, searched for a notebook and some pencil and placed it all on the desk. Now I would have to fetch the catalog and could do a first quick check which sets I would have to order.
I’d just got up and let my eyes wander of the cramped shelves when I heard a truck approaching the gas station and seconds later the unmistakable honk tells me that it’s who I silently had wished for: the purple Kenworth.
I fetch my jacket and step out of the warm office. “Hey. The usual?” He flashes his headlights twice: yes. Filling his tank was something I could do in my sleep. “Looks like winter came earlier than expected.” I scan his tires. “If I’m not mistaken I have a set of winter tires for you in the storage. If the weather stays like that, you should come back in the evening.”
The answer I receive doesn’t hide that he’s wary of why he should return later. “Look, this will be a busy day. Larry and I need to prepare for the winter sooner than expected and …”
I stop talking as I hear footsteps coming closer. I lower my voice and continue “I … I mean Larry and I could change your tires if we have them but … it’s just that I know that this day wont be easy and I need something to look forward to at its end.”
I can hear from the way his engine sounds that he’s worried. “No need to worry, big guy.”
I give him a pet on his tank. “Roll out but be careful.”
It was a relief that the day was filled with a lot of work, since that prevented us from talking too much about the holidays which were creeping closer and closer.
We couldn’t avoid the topic completely but we could pretend that we weren’t aware of awkward atmosphere.
Carefully the purple Kenworth approaches the gas station and rolls towards us. He honks once and stops his engine.
“Don’t wait for me, unless you want a late dinner.” Larry gives me a questioning look.
“Not the best weather condition to be out there, especially without winter tires.” I know that Larry’s right but I hear myself saying that I have the best guard with me I could ask for.
“I will never understand what it is between you and this truck.” He laughs and continues “I bet the view from up there is splendid.”
The Kenworth opens his door. I climb up and make myself comfortable on the driver’s seat. “See ya later.” He closes his door and the engine comes to live again. I lean back, listen concentrated to the purring engine and wish that this moment could last forever.
Slowly we make our way to our favorite spot to gaze over the town.
“With winter, there comes the holiday season and with the holidays the memories return.” I spare him the details of explaining right now what this means, that will be something for a different day. “You know on these days no one wants to be alone and spent time with either loved ones or go out somewhere to drink until they don’t feel alone anymore.”
I shift on the driver’s seat and lay my hands on the steering wheel. “I need a way out of the dilemma I’m facing: On the one hand I know I have to spent time with the others, especially Larry … You know past live and stuff like that.” Subconsciously I congratulate myself, that I have maintained my normal voice. “On the other hand I want to escape from the university for the days and …”
I’m uncertain if it would be a wise decision to continue to speak or not. I press my lips together, let my hands absent-minded roam over the steering wheel and I consider the pro and contra of speaking out what is on my mind.
A soft blow of warm air across my face brings me back into the here and now. A gently touch, a sign that it’s okay to continue to speak even that isn’t necessary anymore since he knew what I would say.
“They can’t ease the pain I’ll feel but you can.”
I lean forward, head resting on the steering wheel as I gaze out of the front window. It’s already getting dark and there is not much too be seen. I close my eyes for a short time, relishing the silence and the warm air which surrounds me.
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That's the second published piece of this series I'm working on. I still need to think of an overarching plot to combine everything.
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