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Midnight Lorry

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The sound of the midnight lorry filled the air, the only sign of life in the otherwise quiet town. Rachel sat at the bar, nursing her drink as she listened to the familiar sound. It had been her escape for the past year, ever since her husband had died in a car accident.

She looked up as the door to the bar opened, and a man walked in. He was tall and rugged, with piercing blue eyes and a confident stride. Rachel couldn't help but feel a spark of interest as he approached the bar and took a seat next to her.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked him.

"Whiskey, neat," the man said, his voice deep and rough.

Rachel watched as he took a long sip of his drink, her curiosity getting the best of her. "You look like you've been on the road a while," she said, trying to make conversation.

The man turned to her, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You could say that. I'm a trucker, hauling goods all across the country."

"That sounds like a hard job," Rachel said, taking a sip of her own drink.

The man shrugged. "It has its ups and downs. But it's the only thing I know how to do, and it keeps me moving forward."

Rachel nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. She had been stuck in this town since her husband's death, unable to move on or find a new purpose in life.

"Do you ever get lonely on the road?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man looked at her, his eyes softening. "Sometimes. But I've learned to find solace in the open road and the people I meet along the way."

Rachel felt a twinge of jealousy. She wished she could find that kind of freedom and purpose in her own life.

"What's your name?" the man asked, breaking the silence.

"Rachel," she said, extending her hand. "And you?"

"I'm Jack," he said, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, Rachel."

They chatted for a while longer, their conversation flowing easily as they shared stories of their lives on the road. Rachel found herself laughing for the first time in a long time, and she realized how much she had missed human connection.

As the night wore on, Rachel knew she should head home. But she didn't want the night to end, not yet. She wanted to keep talking to Jack, to learn more about him and his life.

"Do you have to leave so soon?" she asked, her voice laced with disappointment.

Jack looked at her, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I have to be on the road early tomorrow. But I'll be back through this way in a week or so. Maybe we could meet up again?"

Rachel felt a flutter in her stomach at the thought. She wasn't ready to start a new relationship, but she couldn't deny the connection she felt with Jack.

"I'd like that," she said, smiling.

They exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes, and Rachel watched as Jack climbed into his truck and drove off into the night. As the sound of the midnight lorry faded into the distance, she knew that this wouldn't be the last time they saw each other.

For the first time in a long time, Rachel felt hopeful about the future. She had found a connection with someone who understood the life on the road, and she was ready to see where it would lead.

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