Epilogue
Epilogue The truck driver turned off the UHF and rubbed his tired eyes. It seemed that the road and the countryside were beginning the meld into one, a sensation that didn't surprise him much. He needed to sleep, had probably needed it hours ago, but he was too close to home to stop now. The last nap he'd had been on the side of the road near Mildura, and even then it couldn't have been more than 20 minutes. He got restless when he was on the road, especially into the second or third day, when all he really wanted to do was get home, put his feet up and watch the news until he fell asleep with a half can of beer beside him. It should have been an easy going last stretch too, except his tiredness combined with the crackling interjections of bullshit being spewed from the little black UHF a
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