6d • 🧱 Fragments
10 & 2
The engine kept idling.
Keys still in it.
Radio low.
I sat in the driveway longer than needed.
The steering wheel warm from the sun.
My hands resting at ten and two.
Like someone who planned to go somewhere.
A lawnmower started two houses down.
Steady.
Unbothered.
I looked at the front door.
Closed like always.
For a moment
the truck felt easier
than the house.
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10 & 2
