As the tanker pulls into the quiet suburban street, the screeching brakes resound through the silent night. She should be in bed. They told her to go to bed. She knows now, that she should have listened. She stands in doorway, so innocent. Just a little girl. There is no hiding now. A hardened, time-worn face is illuminated in the cabin light as she sees the door swing open and a strange man climbs down from the truck. He proceeds towards the house, unhurried yet menacing. Wordless.
And she runs.
(Driving home from work tonight I passed a trucker pulled over on the side of the road with his cabin light on. Perhaps it was the dark mood evoked by a track playing on Triple J's The Sound Lab but I was weighed down heavily with eerie emotions from a terrifying dream I had as a six year old. It was a bizarre sensation and I am struck by the fact that twenty-two years later it's still so clear in my mind! And so I am compelled to jot it down.)
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