Photo Story: Rigs Full O’ Pigs
The squealing of hogs was enough to make his ears bleed. He’d driven all night … Rigs Full O’ Pigs. He liked the sound of that. What he didn’t like was the sound of 130 decibels, second only to the sound of a jet engine, bouncing around inside his brain. He needed a cup of coffee. He’d take a break at the next rest stop. Get out and stretch his legs and give his ears a rest. Else he might drive this bitch right off the bridge, pigs and all. Leave em Achin’ for Some Bacon. He liked the sound of that.
Photographer: Thomas Hawk
The true sense of how selfish noise can cloud our vision and make us long for peace.
Can’t decide whether I’m rooting for the pig, or his cargo. Love it!
Thank you, Janos. I am mainly rooting for the poor driver’s ears and sanity! LOL💖
I love this. It’s so vivid, funny, and poignant. I can just imagine the driver and the truckload of poor animals on their way to slaughter anyway.
Thank you, Lisa! I am so glad this story was vivid enough for you to get a visual feel for the poor pigs.
I liked your focus on the sounds of the animals. Too often people associate pigs with a bad smell, and you took a different sensorial approach. I like the sound of that. 😉 Bravo!
Thank you, Mary Lou. I’ve heard pigs squeal and it is truly ear-piercing. Glad you liked the story!
Just great! I can see and hear it all! Made me smile…
Thank you, Elizabeth!💖
Nice one!
Thank you, Tony! It was a fun one to write.🐷🐖