What I Need
Dove into a Netflix binge session in between short-story writing stents and my “real” job. I was craving some downtime after the holidays and I wanted to steer clear of my typical crime show/sci-fi stuff. Had my fill for the moment. (But if Disney saw fit to release another Star Wars episode, I’d have to pull myself up by my bootstraps and partake of the Force.)
Overall, though, space flights, detectives, and crime scenes aren’t what I needed.
I wanted something…warmer. Which is out of character for me, but alas. It was how it was.
Misunderstood and disgruntled, young Jody is ready to bolt from all she knows—but she’s broke. She has no idea her part-time gig in a pasta truck will turn her pessimistic view of the world upside down.
“And why do you feel this job will be a good fit, Miss Jody Sparks?” The rather rotund, balding man behind the overflowing desk chews the end of his ballpoint pen, leans back and looks at me. He speaks over the rattling air conditioner someone had cut a hole through the paneled wall for. The unit does little more than blow around the stale greasy aroma of food truck lunch remnants.
His question throws me. I have no clue why I’ll be a good fit. I need money. Is that fit enough?
“Well, Mr. Farley, I—”
“Ed. You can call me Ed.” He leans forward.
This isn’t awkward at all. “Well, Ed. I’ll show up.” My voice elevates an octave on the word “up.”
“Is that a question or a statement? ‘I’ll show up.’”
I can’t imagine a plethora of warm, upright bodies ready and willing to tackle the ins and outs of street truck food service. “You have an opening, and I need a job. And I will show up. At least until I get enough cash to fund my great escape.” There. Maybe that’s what he wants.
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Beth's passion for writing started in grade school with an epic outer space adventure scribbled on 158 sheets of wide-ruled notebook paper with not-sharp-enough pencils. That manuscript was lost in a basement flood.
Thirty years, marriage, two kids and several dogs later, she's garnered enough story fodder to resurrect her passion—and this time she backs up her work!
She currently resides in Indiana with her family and a couple of meowing fur babies who enjoy walking across her keyboard.