Journey of the Mind | Stories & Poems

  The gravel underneath the truck’s tires let out muffled pops and cracks as the vehicle slowed and finally came to a stop in front of the tractor repair shop. The former funeral home, converted to a garage, was given a large berth by the surrounding buildings. The shop’s aluminum siding appeared gray in color giving the structure an unnatural waxy appearance. Sarah slipped from the passenger side and shut the door. The normally loud thud was subdued in the early morning fog. She looked back at the old, dilapidated tractor resting motionless, and silent on top of the trailer its bulk was enclosed on all four sides with only the upper half exposed to the chilly air. Her lips pursed and her eyes blinked uncontrollably, batting at the moisture flooding them. She remained there for a few moments before turning and walking towards the service entrance. Halfway there a figure in blue coveralls wearing a baseball cap emerged from the door. “Morning mam. What can we do for you?” The el...

As the cab came to a stop, she hesitantly looked out the window. The rain was coming down in sheets, and she had left her umbrella at the office. She dreaded what others might think of her if they were to see her so disheveled. The man sitting next to her ran to her side of the cab and opened the door, holding out his coat as an umbrella. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?” He stared at her blankly, “Think what you will, but right now I’m the best thing you got against this rain.” She let out a tired sigh, and got underneath the jacket. Reaching the other side of the street they took shelter beneath a storefront awning. “You are certifiably insane! You’re soaked from head to toe!” “I know aint it great,” flashing her a toothy grin. She shot him a bewildered look through pale blue eyes that nearly matched the gray sky above. “Let’s grab a bite to eat. I know this great little place just around the corner,” pointing as he spoke. “I don’t even know who you are, or even your name...