About Five Time Loser
Written by Naomi Brooks & Angelia Sparrow
30 pages / 10000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-404-5, 1-60370-404-3
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Tom is a truck driver with a woman and an apartment he rarely ever sees. One night a voice comes over the CB -- the Midnight Flyer, and before long he and Tom are flirting and exchanging pictures. What Tom doesn't know is that the Midnight Flyer, Pelton, is
practicing the dark arts, trying to get rid of all the things that keep him and Tom apart.
The girlfriend, the apartment, the trailer on his truck, his job, one by one they all disappear until Tom is a five-time loser. Which is when the Midnight Flyer takes him in. There are more surprises for Tom, though. There's more to Pelton than meets the eye, and Tom might just end up a winner in the end.
Sample
“Breaker one nine,” came the hail, sweet and boyish in the Illinois night. Tom listened, tempted for one absurd moment to pick up the squawker and holler back, “Is that you, Teddy Bear?” Great, just what he didn't need, Red Sovine's sentimental malarkey stuck as an earworm. He turned up the rock and roll a little louder to drown out his memory of the mawkish treacle and tapped the steering wheel in time to “Hot Blooded.”
“How are things out on the road tonight?” The voice cut through the silence as song faded out to be replaced by Black Sabbath's “Paranoid.” Tom considered turning the CB off, but the next words changed his mind. “Sure wish I could be out there.”
Tom turned down Ozzy and the boys and picked up the mike at that. “Hello, Teddy Bear. Need a ride? What exit do I take to get to Jackson Street, 229?” he asked, quoting the song.
The voice laughed at the reference, impossibly sexy. “This is the Midnight Flyer. I'm just stuck at home sick and hoped somebody would want to talk at this obscene hour.”
“You got the Rainbow Rider. If you want to be obscene, come on back."
The Flyer laughed. "Hi, Rainbow. What's the weather?"
"All clear all night. Lotsa stars, a big fat moon and not a bear in sight."
"Uh, Rainbow?" came another voice, sounding distant and crackly, "And all you westbounders on 70. You got a picture-taker 'bout two miles this side of the Missouri Line. Comb your hair and smile pretty now."
"Thank you, driver," Rainbow said. "Now, Midnight, does your daddy know you're up this late and playing with his CB?"
The sexy voice laughed again and Tom wondered what he looked like. "I'm older than I sound. Which way you bound, Rainbow?"
"Heading in to get my picture took in a couple hours. I'm not far from Effingham. Why? You an f'ing lot lizard? Wanna meet me at the TA?"
"The name's Midnight Flyer, not CB Savage, and when I'm well, I'll meet you for a cup of coffee."