Nathan

Mike sat on the hot black plastic of the truck's seat. Blue jeans protected the seat from sticking too the tender white skin. His hat was wrinckled and sweat stained. He looked out the cracked windshield and saw a another dusty truck barreling down the two laner. He nodded out of habit before he realized the face he saw in the other truck was one he knew. It took a full 30 seconds for him to connect that face with the one seen in his own bathroom mirror 67 years before.