The man in the truck stared out the window at nothing. He hardly even noticed the window at all. Anything at all. His mind was in a different place altogether. His co-worker who was sitting in the driver's seat, got out and then slammed the door shut letting off a harsh sound that echoed off the brick floor. Then he went to the back, and pulled out the necessary equipment. Chemicals. A bucket. A pool net.
The man in front continued to stare out the window at nothing, his self-actualization and esteem seeming to deplete as the seconds went by. It became obvious that he wasn't going to get out and there was a reason for it. An illness not always visible to the eye occupied his body. He was weary.
This was written 15 October 2015. Unfortunately The Man in the Truck passed away 23 October 2015.
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