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by AJW
Rated: E · Short Story · Action/Adventure · #2193367
Originally meant for a writing contest.
Note: This was originally meant for a writing contest, but unfortunately I could not get the word count low enough to meet the requirement. The prompt was based off a song, which is the title of the story. Nonetheless, I still decided to post it on my portfolio.

Mike drives his big rig into the parking lot of the truck terminal. He gets out of his vehicle all upset. Mike makes his way to the foreman's office. He burst through the door and walks to the foreman, who is leaning back in his chair at his desk. Mike walks up to the foreman's desk.

"I quit. I can't do it, I am not cut out for this, and I am done driving," said Mike.

The foreman, while still leaning back in his chair, just looks at Mike. After a few seconds, he leans forward and responds to Mike's actions.

"Why are you quitting?"

"It is too hard. I can't do it."

"Is it really that hard or is it something else?"

"Does it matter, I am done driving, and that is that."

The foreman sighs a little.

"Well, I have been driving for a long time. I have been in every state of this country. I can tell you none of it is easy.
But if you want to quit, I won't stop you."

The foreman handed Mike some papers to sign. When Mike was done, the foreman gave him his last paycheck. Mike snatched his paycheck from the foreman's hands and stormed out. The foreman shook his head and went back to work. As time passes, almost two weeks later, Mike is on the road again for his new job. He is driving at night on a highway when he sees a dinner up the road. Could use some coffee and a hot meal, he thought to himself. So, he takes the next exit and drives to the dinner. Once he gets there, he gets out of his car and sees a truck parked on the other side of the parking lot. Looking at it brought back some memories. He shook his head and thought that he made the right choice. He walks inside and sees the place is almost empty, but is was late at night, so that was expected. Mike goes to the counter and sits down. The waitress sees Mike and walks over to him.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"Coffee, black, and a sandwich."


"Sure, thanks."

"No problem."

After a short period of time, the waitress gives Mike his coffee and sandwich. He eats and drinks it slowly. When Mike was almost done with his food and drink, a guy named Tim was walking back to his seat, from the bathroom. As he was walking, he started to talk to the waitress behind the counter. He was not paying attention to the other waitress in front of him. She was young and new, and still learning how to handle carrying a tray. She also was not paying attention, and the two crashed into each other. Tim fell hard on the floor and was hurt badly. The young waitress was apologizing over and over, while Tim was mad at the waitress.

"My ankle, I think I sprained ankle. I can't drive my truck like this. Ouch, it hurts. Now how I am going to finish my run?" said Tim.

Mike over hears the commotion and gets up. He walks over to Tim.

"I can finish it for you. I drove around in a truck before. I can do it and help you out."

Tim looks at Mike and sighs a little. Tim knows there is no other options.

"What about your car?" said Tim.

"Don't worry about it," said the waitress behind the counter. "I know someone who can help you with that. He can tow it to your destination, no charge."

"That is very nice of you, ma'am. I appreciate it a lot," said Mike.

"Well then, I guess it is settled. Here are the keys. Thanks so much and good luck," said Tim.

Mike takes the keys from Tim and heads outside. He walks towards the truck and starts to get a rush of adrenaline. When he as at the truck he opens the door and a flood of emotions overwhelm him. He takes a deep breath and gets in the truck. Mike puts his seat belt on and starts the truck. He adjusts everything he needs, and pulls out of the parking lot. He drives south and starts to finish the run. At first it seems ok, but soon he notices on the GPS the road ahead. He sees a lot of twists and turns. It does not take long as he starts to driving downhill, moving left and right with the road. Then, at one point, he tries to step on the brakes a little bit to slow down. But something did not feel right. He steps down harder, and still nothing. He slams on them as hard as he can and that is when Mike realizes the brakes stopped working. He is going downhill on a winding road, with no brakes; that thought made Mike worry a lot. He started to remember why he quit and regrets trying to help.

He tries to use the radio to call it in, but he has a hard time reaching for it. He is too busy trying to keep both hands on the wheel in order to prevent the truck from crashing. Suddenly, he sees a runaway ramp. He pulls to the right and drives towards it. After he drives on it and the truck comes to a complete stop, he turns to the radio to call it in. The dispatcher tells him that fire and rescue are on their way, along with another truck.
When the new truck shows up, Mike sees old Joe, the foreman, come out of it.

"Joe, I am sorry, but I can explain," said Mike remorsefully.

"No need, I know the whole story. Tim called me about an hour ago. I was surprised to find out that it was you that volunteered. When Tim said someone named Mike offered to help, I did not expect it was you. Still, are you ok?"

"Yes, I am. Still a little shook up, but I will be fine."

"You did a great job driving it downhill like that. Not many would have handled it, with all those turns, most would have crashed long before they got downhill. You sure proved that you can drive truck."

"Yea...I guess I did, didn't I? Maybe...maybe I quit too soon?"

"So, does that mean, you want to go back to driving a truck?"

"I don't know. I suppose I could give it another try."

Joe reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. Mike grabs it and looks back at Joe.

"I was hoping maybe you would want to come back, so I brought some forms for you to fill out. Sign them and you can come back immediately."

Mike patted his pockets for a pen, then Joe handed him one. Mike was happy to see Joe was prepared. He signed the papers and gave them back to Joe. As Joe walked back to the truck, Mike was asked to get in the ambulance to head to the hospital to get checked out. Before he got in, Joe turned to Mike.

"See you on Monday."
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