The trials and tribulations of a trucker turned writer. These posts are slices of my life, mostly serious issues or situations, interjected with a hint of humor, or humorous situations laced with a hint of irreverence, sometimes laughter inducing sometimes tearjerkers, but always hopefully entertaining.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Would You Want To Read More?
I heard the fading sound of the ute’s engine at the same
time as I smelled the dust cloud it was leaving in it’s wake, and before I even
opened my eyes I knew I’d messed up big time. I felt a chill run the length of
my arms and tickle my finger tips, but still I lay there, how was I gunna get
out of this one? No one else was moving; I thought about closing my eyes and
pretending I hadn’t just missed my ride to the airport, but I knew things would
only get worse the longer I willed time to turn backwards.
truck was supposed to take me the hundred and eighty kilometers to Port Hedland
where I’d catch the only flight of the day to what was going to be my home for
the next three years.A hundred and
eighty kilometers would be a long time to get over what I was sure was about to
happen to me because I’d missed hitching a ride on that truck. Three years in a
Christian Brothers boarding school wouldn’t erase the memory of the tirade I
was sure I was about to hear, and I couldn’t put it off any longer. As I rose
up on my elbow and peered through the tatty mosquito netting hanging loosely
around my cast iron bed frame, I could barely make out the crown of my dad’s
balding head three beds away.