The hum of the copper engine on that ill-fated morning was as it always had been. The truck had tumbled along the neat little road lined in flowers with an overhanging tree branch every few meters, its driver happy and content with life.
In the small country town, the educated mixed with the uneducated, the old with the young and the rich with the poor. No one could quite explain it but the town just fit together and could unite as one when needed.
Though happy the young man driving was not one to take notice of his surroundings when it came to tenuous and menial tasks that had to be completed and this was one of such tasks. As such he failed to notice the decisive turn the track had taken after a recent rainfall and things turned sour as the milk he was carrying in the small truck.
