Last Call!
Oct. 24th, 2008 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdAin't No Easy Run, last year's Halloween sip, goes out of publication this month. Last chance to get it for 1.29.
Blurb: Truck driver Al has a very special run to make, with a very special cargo. He has to be very careful with this load, and where he's going he can't get a hotel. He can't even get out of his truck when he gets there, for fear of not being able to make the return trip. When he meets his new shotgun rider, Al figures the perks make up for the hard driving. Will his new pay make the job worthwhile?
Excerpt:
A good dispatcher is the best help a driver can have. A bad one can ruin your life. I have the best one ever. Staci comes through for me, and I always get the load through for her.
Even so, when I saw my dispatch orders, I stared a little, blinked twice and swallowed hard. Then I called Dispatch.
“Hiya, Al,” Staci chirped. I loved that woman. I'd never met her, but if I ever got up her way, I was going to go by the terminal and take her to lunch.
“Hi Staci. Got my dispatch. You got routing and fuel stops for me?”
“They should be coming over the onboard computer about now.” Sure enough, as if on cue, it beeped. “Al, you don't have to take this run. But if you do, it could go dedicated. And it pays two grand a week.”
“Babe, I always said I'd drive to the moon and back for you. I'll have that load back on time.”
“Good luck. And bless you.”
“Thanks. I'm gonna need them both.”
Blurb: Truck driver Al has a very special run to make, with a very special cargo. He has to be very careful with this load, and where he's going he can't get a hotel. He can't even get out of his truck when he gets there, for fear of not being able to make the return trip. When he meets his new shotgun rider, Al figures the perks make up for the hard driving. Will his new pay make the job worthwhile?
Excerpt:
A good dispatcher is the best help a driver can have. A bad one can ruin your life. I have the best one ever. Staci comes through for me, and I always get the load through for her.
Even so, when I saw my dispatch orders, I stared a little, blinked twice and swallowed hard. Then I called Dispatch.
“Hiya, Al,” Staci chirped. I loved that woman. I'd never met her, but if I ever got up her way, I was going to go by the terminal and take her to lunch.
“Hi Staci. Got my dispatch. You got routing and fuel stops for me?”
“They should be coming over the onboard computer about now.” Sure enough, as if on cue, it beeped. “Al, you don't have to take this run. But if you do, it could go dedicated. And it pays two grand a week.”
“Babe, I always said I'd drive to the moon and back for you. I'll have that load back on time.”
“Good luck. And bless you.”
“Thanks. I'm gonna need them both.”
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