Kiss my Ass Sophia
The setting sunlight escaping through wall-to-wall rain clouds over the A17 at Waasmunster, generates a dirty-sulphur coloured sky. The spray kicked up by dense, Antwerp-bound traffic adds a red hue to the incandescent haze hanging over the fast-moving east-bound vehicles. Drivers on the three stationary Gent-bound lanes opposite, gaze at their brothers and fret in envy under the dusk-dull rain.
The Waasland-east rest-stop is filling fast with trucks coming to roost in neat diagonal formations. The west-bound side will fill slowly tonight. Business will be bad there.
By 23.00 the truck-stop is as quiet as a dormitory, the stilled darkness broken by occasional passing cars and tablet screens flickering through the windows of trucks. Now it is love time.
A couple of ragged BMWs stop at the exit of the park pausing just enough seconds to disgorge their ‘cargo.’ From the woodlands framing the snuggling trucks, dark figures emerge. All are hoping for a night of profit.
For one who trekked across the soggy fields, it’s her first night back after a layoff to heal. Nobody wants to fuck a broken face – those Romanian bitches are so competitive.
This one prefers the Dutch drivers, they joke and make her laugh. Germans are OK, but can get a little a little weird — she does it for them because they don’t hurt her. The English are shy, but when they warm up they’re hot like their Easter buns. Romanians are brutal, just like her fellow Bulgarians, although sometimes it’s good to speak her own language. Czech and Poles won’t touch Bulgarian flesh, their taste is Congo chocolate.
This night, in the cold dripping damp she gets no takers and not for the first time she remembers when her brother told her Sofia had more to offer than Brussels. She kicked him in his balls – but he was right.
At the edge of the park: a matt-black ten-tonner separated from the rest. It has plates she doesn’t recognise. After weighing her chances, she taps on the windscreen knowing this night, like every other, could the one . . . and nobody will ever see her again.