Ollie and Racheal

Ollie had found the truck on the side of the freeway. The ‘For Sale’ sign handwritten in the window. Five hundred or best offer, it said in bright blue marker. He called and made their best offer which wasn’t much.
 
Racheal had groaned and rubbed her large belly when she saw it. “How are we gonna fit a car seat in that?” But two days later, when her pains came on too fast to make it to the hospital, she had given birth to their baby girl in the flatbed of that truck, not far from where Ollie had found it.
 
They lay under a wool blanket and the night sky, holding each other, counting fingers and toes and stars that looked like pinholes in a black canvas. They kept watching until the paramedic shone a flashlight in their eyes.
 
They hadn’t heard the sirens. Not even a little.