Krystal Bowers | Diesel & Desire

The moon in the night sky hid behind a blanket of clouds, its eerie glow the only light that shone on the empty highway at this time of night. The trees on the side of the road stood like silent sentinels, their forms barely visible through the deeply, hazy fog that obscured the road.

Krystal swore as she looked under the hood of the truck, holding her flashlight in her mouth as she dug around to reach the air filter. She’d agreed to take this load at the last minute and foolishly hadn’t checked the truck before leaving as meticulously as she would if it were her own rig. Still, she knew that all she needed to do was replace the air filter, though she imagined by the way that the truck was running that it was well-overdue.

Krystal looked over her shoulder as a pair of bright headlights shone in her direction. Her eyebrows knitted together in frustration as she saw the dark silhouette of the driver of the vehicle approaching her. ”Son of a bitch…,” she muttered around the flashlight that she was still holding in her mouth.

She couldn’t quite make out the figure just yet, maybe if their headlights weren’t blinding her she would be able to, but she was willing to bet it was some man who thought she needed saving when she didn’t.

Krystal reached up with one of her grease-covered hands to take the flashlight from her mouth before shouting to the driver approaching her. “I got this just fine, go ahead and drive on!”