Write something which takes place at: the truck stop.
We've got the fireplace going for the first time this fall. It's quite cozy and warm in here at the moment.
I sit staring out the dusty window at the parking lot, the laminated menu resting on the table before me. Beneath a cloudless sky are two fully loaded logging trucks, three rigs without their trailers, eight pickups, and my four door sedan.
I should've parked around back.
What am I doing out here? I should be safe behind my desk on the tenth floor of the Bellick Building, reading reports and firing failures.
Why my brother moved to this God forsaken wilderness I'll never even begin to understand. He could've at least had the decency to hold his funeral in the city.
"What'll ya have, honey?"
The waitress is wearing more makeup in one go than Beth puts on over the course of an entire week. It's impressive, in a freak show kind of way.
"Just a salad and a diet coke."
"Oh." Her pen hovers over her pad while confusion clouds her eyes. "You want fries with that?"
"Saving room for dessert, huh? Smart move, honey, cuz our pies are just out of this world."
This trip is going to be the death of me.