Happy Sunday! This month’s [100 Word Story] photo prompt inspired my flash. It’s an unusual point of view for me, so let me know what you think.
The Long Haul
There’s no road map for the mind. When you’re on a long haul, be wary of wrong turns, dark roads and deep potholes.
The CB radio’s a confession booth. Hit the button and don’t hold back.
“I’m done, good buddy.”
“10-4.”
“No more lot lizards. No more dirty mags.”
“‘No stopping now. ‘fraid we’re too far gone.”
And when you look up, you’ve gone too far on a rickety trestle bridge not meant for suicide jockeys carting dangerous goods, and there’s a truck on your donkey.
You’ve got no choice. Put the hammer down and pray the cross frames hold.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Wonderful! I was using CB radios in the late 70s into the 80s, graduated to Ham Radio. Fun!
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Ty, John. Bit of dark brevity. I’ve never actually used the radio. So, what was your call name?
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I had an actual CB license when they were needed back then. I remember it too but use the number 55 or 748. There were several guys on CB in that area. The code number 802 meant that someone had some weed to sell! Weused Linear Amplifiers too to boost the signal well beyond legal.
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I saw that was possible. Makes sense. Must say I was hoping you had some zany call name that I could forever use as a nickname.
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That’s an excellent “take” on it, to use the image just as a metaphor. Life often seems like that, longing for the next truck stop.
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…and whilst we’re waiting for the next truck stop, the whole of our life is flying by! 🙂
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So true. A smudge of rail, forest and concrete. A few stop lights, perhaps. Poignant, friend.
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👍🙂
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I like the analogy of life being compared to the trucker’s journey – especially the last line.
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Thank you very much. Here’s to making the long haul and keeping our sanity. 🙂
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