Marla, from Marla’s World, has started up the August Pass the Batton writing challenge. Marla started the story with two unnamed characters and a dilemma about one of them being able to complete a contract. Di took over and gave the characters names Jake and Stella who are not married but we learn that Jake is living a double life and he is heading out of town on a three-day trip. Fandango took over and he has Jake traveling from Dallas to Denver, but inclement weather has forced the plane to turn around. Jake is sitting next to a man that is infuriated that he is going to miss his anniversary tomorrow, because of the flight mishap
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https://marladragon.wordpress.com/2023/08/01/august-passthebaton-challenge/
“I can’t meet you tonight. The group before me was late completing their portion and I have to finish my part by Friday. It’s going to be three very long days.”
“They can’t make you work long hours like that! You should quit.”
“It’s my job, and I like it. I’m not going to quit.”
“I wouldn’t work those hours, I would quit. You should too.”
“It’s a contract and I have to complete my work. I need to go.”
“It doesn’t make sense that your contract needs to be completed by Friday. They can’t force you to complete it. You need to have a life too. Tell them to go to hell, they can get it by next Friday.”
“That’s not how it works. It’s a contract and I have to fulfill those obligations.”
“That doesn’t make sense. You should quit.”
“I’m not going to quit. It does make sense.”
“Make it make sense then, because I still vote for quit. I would.”
“You’re not me. I work by contract. My company receives a contract and they assign me. If I don’t complete any part of the project within the set time-frame, they will remove me from the contract and replace me. It’s really not that complicated.”
“You’re not making any sense. Just quit.”
“I can’t discuss this right now, I have to work. I am NOT quitting.”
“You shouldn’t work those hours. It doesn’t make sense that they want you to. Seriously, just quit.”
“I gotta go.”
Here’s Di’s (Pensitivity100) follow on:
Jake was angry when he terminated the call. A contract was a contract, and he was very good at what he did. However, quitting was not an option.
He’d told Stella in the beginning that his job could be very demanding and he may have to be away at times. In many ways, though, she was turning out to be more demanding than his job, and that would have to be addressed relatively soon. Thank god they weren’t married.
He was living a double life and his cover stories were always plausible as he had excellent credentials and was a whizz when it came to computer software. This contract was important, and he had three days to plan, prepare and execute.
Finishing the last of his coffee, he packed up his gear and headed for the departure lounge. His flight took off in an hour and he needed to get some rest. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her it was going to be a very long three days.
Exhausted, Jake closed his eyes and fell asleep before the flight left the ground. He was awakened about an hour later when the pilot announced over the PA system that the plane would be turning around and returning to Dallas because a major winter storm had closed the Denver airport. The guy in the seat next to Jake said, “Dammit, it’s my anniversary tomorrow and if I miss it, my wife is going to kill me.”
Jake looked at the man in the seat next him. He knew the guy wasn’t being literal, but what he said amused Jake. Because in Jake’s case, if he didn’t get to Denver tonight, he might not be able to execute his contract in time, and Jake knew what the consequences of failure to execute his contact would be.
His mind started racing, examining his options and determining which would have the highest probability of success. Jake knew he had to act quickly to have any chance of pulling this contract off, and he came up with a plan that just might work. But once the plane landed back in Dallas, he knew he had no time to lose.
Jake knew that for just under $200, Jake could take an Amtrak train to get from Dallas to Denver. The train only runs twice a day, and it is just over a 40-hour trip. The first one leaves at 11:00am and if he doesn’t make that he can catch the other one that leaves at 3:00pm. Jake realized that bad weather could delay trains, but it is more likely that a train will get through a bad storm than other modes of transportation, however he could relax more on a train, as he really wasn’t fond of flying in a snowstorm. Being a seasoned traveler, Jake knew that airlines are always delaying or canceling flights when they determine that the weather conditions make it unsafe to take off or land and he wasn’t too worried about the take off, but an icy landing was something that he wanted no part of.
A storm like this is an act of God and even though his contract needed to be completed by Friday, as long as he was making progress toward the goal, the company would understand. Since he couldn’t be sure when the next plane would take off, the train seemed like hoe only option. Jake took a taxi from the airport to the train station, and he was able to get a ticket for the 11:00am departure. This meant that Jake would be in Denver on Friday at 3:00am and he could complete the assignment by the skin of his teeth, making the best out of bad situation. Jake got his own private compartment on the train which was called a Roomette with a comfy seat, a bed, WiFi and outlets with a fold-down table for his laptop and then he heard the conductor shout “All aboard” as the train left the station.
Carol Anne’s part
Jake sat looking out the window. The weather was so bad, he really hoped the train would get to Denver on time, so he would be able to complete his assignment.
He took out his laptop and began to look at his notes.
He had so much to do and so little time to do it!
His phone began to buzz.
“Oh shit”, he said loudly. “I wonder who that is?”
He picked up the phone and there it was, her number, flashing on his screen.
His hand hovered over the answer button. Should he answer her? She’d be expecting answers. He didn’t have any for her.
He took the plunge and hit the answer button. “Hello?”
He heard sobbing on the other end of the phone.
“Jake?”, Celia sobbed…something terrible has happened the story!
I nominate Christine at Steine writing to continue!
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