An Eye for Death (The Journey Book 1) by Glenn Trust

Author:Glenn Trust [Trust, Glenn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Glenn Trust Books
Published: 2013-12-17T23:00:00+00:00

22. Breakfast on the Road

Two cheese and egg biscuits sat on the bench seat beside him, half unwrapped for easy access as he drove. Barry balanced a large black coffee between his legs. The old truck lacked a cup holder. He loved breakfast on the road, seasoned by the adventure, the excitement of movement and new sights.

Leaving the Chopra family's Seven-Up Inne, he pulled into a local convenience store and gas station across the street. A full tank, some biscuits, and coffee, and he rolled down the entrance ramp to the interstate.

The biscuits were thick and delicious, with real fried eggs, dripping melted cheese and wrapped in wax paper, not some cardboard or plastic container. Homemade and packaged locally, Barry figured by the elderly lady behind the counter.

He took a massive bite from one of the biscuits, savoring the salty butter flavor mixed with the melted cheese and fried egg. He put the sandwich down on the wax paper and washed the mouthful down with a gulp of the strong black coffee. The combination resulted in an exquisite blend of tastes and textures.

Everything about this day filled him with pleasure. The sun, the deep blue sky, the fresh air, water reflecting off the grass, the biscuits, and coffee. The elements of life blended in exquisite perfection.

Something changed in him, or, something changed for him. He didn't know what exactly, and he didn't want to analyze it too closely for fear of losing it. More than contentment, he utterly accepted...everything.

He shook his head. Stop. Don't analyze...enjoy...accept. He had crossed a bridge. No need to burn it, but don't go backward. Move forward. That was the key, to maintain forward momentum.

Sounded like a football play, forward momentum, and the referee trying to decide where to place the ball. You're analyzing again, he warned himself.

He let his eyes wander along the endless fields straddling the highway. Some were rich with tall corn, others already harvested, the stalk stubble lying in rows on the bare ground.

The scent of the black earth mixed with the autumn air blew in through the open truck window. He breathed it in, immersing himself in its musk. He wanted to lie down in the fields, the way he did in the yard as a boy, blanketed by the fragrances of cut grass and honeysuckle sweetness.

He enjoyed the feeling so much that he took his foot off of the accelerator a little. No hurry. No worry. He took another bite of biscuit. He loved breakfast on the road.

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