Go Away Zone: A romantic small town comedy caper
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A small town.
A happy couple.
An accountant with a grudge.
A corporate deal-maker on the prowl.
An unexplored portal to nobody-knows-where.
If Beckman Spiers thought life and love had been all figured out when he arrived in Sunrise, met Lolita Milan, and changed his career, he's about to find out things
Chris Towndrow
Chris Towndrow has been a writer since 1991.He began writing science fiction, inspired by Asimov, Iain M Banks, and numerous film and TV canons. After a few years creating screenplays across several genres, in 2004 he branched out into playwriting and has had several productions professionally performed. This background is instrumental in his ability to produce realistic, compelling dialogue in his books.His first published novel was 2012’s far-future, post-war space opera “Sacred Ground”. He then changed focus into Earth-centric, near-future sci-fi adventures, and the Enna Dacourt pentalogy was completed in 2023. In a similar vein, “Nuclear Family” was a venture into post-apocalyptic fiction.He has always drawn inspiration from the big screen, and 2019’s quirky romantic black comedy “Tow Away Zone” owes much to the films of the Coen Brothers. This spawned two sequels in what became the “Sunrise trilogy”.His first historical fiction novel, “Signs Of Life”, was published by Valericain Press in 2023. With a number of excellent reviews, this Western romance has been his most popular title.In 2023, Chris returned to his passion for writing accessible humour and will devote his efforts to romantic comedies. Three such scripts are currently in development.Chris lives on the outskirts of London with his family and works as a video editor and producer. He is a member of the UK Society of Authors.
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Go Away Zone - Chris Towndrow
Go Away Zone
The Sunrise Trilogy book 2
Chris Towndrow
Valericain Press
Praise for Tow Away Zone (Sunrise Trilogy book 1)
A gripping yarn - quirky characters, a pacy plot and a setting like you've never read before. A fun ol’ read.
Paul Kerensa, Comedian & British Comedy Award-winning TV co-writer - BBC’s Miranda, Not Going Out, Top Gear
This is a brilliant story. Clever, laugh-out-loud funny, and mysterious all at the same time. Heartily recommended.
Really good fun to read with more than a touch of darkness, so much neon, a very odd pet, and the best breakdown service on the planet. Very enjoyable and highly recommended!
An original, inventive storyline and a variety of three-dimensional characters that you will genuinely care about. Dialogue sharp enough to shave with, well-paced and bubbling with humour.
This is such an incredibly interesting story. I couldn't put it down. And I could never decide if the town was real or not. But the characters could have lived next door!
This is one of those books that will leave you with a smile on your face. Funny, relatable perfect characters, a story that kept me turning the pages and an ending that did not disappoint. This is a great book to take on holiday because it is light-hearted and fun.
I struggle to compare this book with others. The words 'unique' and 'inventive' come to mind. The dialogue is well-crafted and funny, the characters are wonderfully individual, and the narrative is a kaleidoscope of colourful drama. This book will stick with you.
The narrative of the story keeps you gripped and there is drama and comedic moments a-plenty! An easy and pleasant read from start to finish.
I did have a good chuckle while reading this book, the characters are likeable, the twists and turns in the story are unpredictable and the plot itself is quite unusual.
First of all, Towndrow has an amazing grasp of his prose. It’s funny, it’s witty, it’s hilarious in places and it’s also quite serious if need be. I have to say I’m blown away by it.
Copyright © 2020 by Chris Towndrow
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior written permission.
Valericain Press
Richmond, London, UK
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Go Away Zone / Chris Towndrow. -- 2023 ed.
979-8697620434
If you read the first book, this is for you with gratitude.
If you haven’t read the first book, you should. It’s awesome.
Chapter 1
‘I thought it would have been shinier.’
‘What?’ Lolita raised a single eyebrow in the way that, weeks ago, Beckman felt only she could, before remembering all women had some form of Really, dufus?
disguised as something less overtly condescending/challenging/disbelieving*. (* delete as applicable).
He pressed on regardless. ‘I thought it would have been, you know, shinier. More metallic.’
‘Is that really what you think?’ An eyebrow remained buried in her tone.
‘What do you want me to say?’ (A good standby phrase, given no man on Earth ever fully knew what any woman was thinking, even one he might be betrothed to.)
‘You could accuse me of joking. Teasing. Lying.’
‘I may not know all your foibles, but it doesn’t strike me as a joke, and it can’t be a lie.’
‘Why can’t it be a lie?’ she asked.
‘Because we met after you called me dishonest.’
‘I said you were likely to be.’
‘Either way, you’d be a heel to lie to me. Plus, if we’re getting married, we need a bedrock of honesty.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘If you’d ever let me fix the date.’
‘Sure, hijack a discovery like this,’ he waved towards the space five yards in front of them, ‘To kick my ass about your hot topic.’
‘When a girl hears wedding bells, there is no other topic. For a guy who’s seen half the country and met like a million people, you don’t know a hell of a lot.’
‘Enough with the flattery.’ He flashed a grin.
She poked her tongue out—a familiar coda to their exchanges—and he loved her more for it. It kept him young and vibrant—although he’d hardly felt young and vibrant during the past decade. He’d been on a trundling treadmill until she’d veritably jabbed the Stop button and sent him careering into her arms.
He returned his attention to the lack of a view they’d come to witness.
I was only being honest—expecting it to be shinier. Grander. Strangely alien.Blame a guy for having unrealistic expectations based on a misspent youth in front of the TV?
He paced warily, taking extreme care not to get too close to something he couldn’t see or touch. Or smell. Or hear. Or taste, even if he got close enough, which he was in no way tempted to do.
Are you tempted? Of course. Curiosity—it’s how we’re built. It’s what drives innovation. An inquisitive mind is a great mind.
Except you’re a lightbulb salesman in a small Arizona town. Edison, you are not. He used a brilliant scientific mind. You want to do the equivalent of poking a sleeping lion with a short stick.
Well, part of you does. A tiny, tiny, stupid part.Plus, you poked a few lions already this year—and look how that turned out.
Kinda well, actually.
We only remember the good stuff—the happy days. Not the dumbass things we did along the way.
You got lucky.
Miss Lolita Milan was eyeing him with interest, love and maternal disbelief. The man-boy had a new toy.
Very lucky.
Except the man-boy wasn’t sure how this new toy worked. Or what it was. Or where it was.
‘How in hell have you all kept this a secret?’
‘We don’t want to be the new Area 51. I like a man in uniform as much as the next girl—’
‘You never met my father,’ he warned.
‘—but a thousand of them turning the town into a circus is nobody’s idea of fun. Come on, Beckman, you know Sunrise—’
‘I thought I did.’
‘—and we’re a keep-ourselves-to-ourselves kinda place. Besides,’ she said with a shrug, ‘Maybe it’s gone now.’
‘Gone?! You brought me here to show me something you can’t even see when it is there, and now say it may not be there anymore. And how would we know? Maybe it is a joke.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Is that it, honey? Wanted to laugh at the new guy? Bring him to a dead-end road, spin an apocryphal tale and watch him skulk around like a curious cat, afraid of a mouse which may or may not be dead?’
He tried the single raised eyebrow thing but failed dismally. He always failed dismally, but it didn’t stop him from trying—for one fundamental reason.
He was an idiot.
She didn’t rise to it. She’d learned not to because (1) she knew he was joking, and (2) she also knew he was an idiot. One she dearly loved.
Instead, she put a hand on his upper arm. ‘Beckman, I am deadly, deadly serious. For one, I thought you’d be interested, and for two, I don’t want you absentmindedly wandering in there one day and poof!’
He gazed at her reaction sunglasses, well-used to the impression of seeing beyond them, took her hand and held it tenderly.
‘A guy knows it must be love when his girl doesn’t want him to inexplicably vanish from the face of the Earth.’
‘Certainly not while he has her car keys in his pocket,’ she said.
‘Ah. The truest of true love.’
‘And definitely not until he’s changed his Will.’ She fought a smirk.
‘I have virtually nothing to my name, but it’s all yours.’
‘I believe that is the dictionary definition of marriage.’
‘Ah. The hot topic. It’s been at least two minutes. I was worried.’
She gave a sweet smile. ‘I’m pleased you’re worried about me. I mean, I’m worried about you.’
‘Going in there?’ He jerked his head towards the thing they couldn’t see, and which may not be there in any case.
‘Of course. I mean, you don’t poke a sleeping lion with a short stick, do you?’
Absolutely not. Never crossed my mind.
‘What about a long stick?’
She tilted her head down to reveal raised eyebrows over the rim of her glasses. After the Tongue Poke, the Disapproving Schoolmarm was her second favourite weapon. Perhaps it was the man-boy’s fault for doing or saying so many things that warranted its use.
She was his own sleeping lioness, and he always had a proverbial short stick in his pocket. In the past weeks, he’d elicited many purrs, some growls, and the occasional roar. Twice, he’d been clawed. Yet, he still carried a stick.
Because you’re an idiot.But at least you know you are, so that’s all good.
Love will do that.
So, anytime in the last romantically barren decade wouldn’t have been disastrous to have diced with poof!, but right now, it was dumb with a capital DUMB.
He kissed her to remind himself of those capitals.
And yet…
He turned towards the Whatever It Was. She put hands on hips, indulging him, and they gazed at the point in space where Strange Things Happened. Allegedly. He sought even a flicker of evidence to dispel any remaining notion that this represented one big hoax.
Just a sign, a grain of truth. Sunrise’s version of The Turin Shroud; something to give bedrock to belief.
After five minutes, with the September sun climbing towards its warm zenith, he was turning away when something happened. Only a flicker, six feet above the ground. A pixelation. A glitch in The Matrix. As fast as it came, it went. The view of the scrub desert and distant mountains hazed oh so slightly. As if Whatever It Was winked at them.
Lolita’s eyebrow rose in a Didn’t I Say?
.
His mouth opened, and he pointed involuntarily.
Day One in Sunrise, when he’d met Saul Paul for the first time, the eye-patched tow-truck driver had quoted Shakespeare as easily as putting on a hat, but as unexpectedly as if he’d been a frog uttering the words in Aramaic.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
But this—the Whatever It Was? If poor Horatio had encountered this, he would have shat pineapples.
Lolita sashayed over.
‘I know—I told you so
,’ he offered.
‘So, can we go? You look like you could use a root beer, and I sure do.’
‘We simply get on with our lives?’ There was childish disappointment in his voice.
‘What else did you expect? Play with it?’
‘It’s just….’ He didn’t know what it was just, except that it was. It seemed a colossal anti-climax to walk away.
‘Beckman. Darling. You’re new around here. This is part of the tour, the full disclosure. In Sunrise, we do get on with our lives. What’s the alternative?’
He opened his mouth to offer some alternatives that would (1) definitely be made up on the spot, (2) probably be poorly received, and (3) likely have been ventured and rejected many times before by more qualified—or at least more longstanding—people than he.
He closed his mouth. She kissed it to mollify him, slipped a hand into his and led him back to the car. He glanced over his shoulder. The tarmac single-track road petered out into the wilderness as if abandoned mid-construction. It served no purpose, led nowhere. Or nowhere that could be identified, quantified or any number of other -fieds.
‘What do you call it?’ He tried to sound disinterested.
‘The Portal.’
Chapter 2
She piloted the Miata through the quiet street blocks.
Late Sunday morning was unseasonably quiet in Our Buck’s café. They tipped a nod to Buck at the countertop brewing behemoth and took seats at a large table by the window. It wasn’t quite Their Table; nevertheless, it was something of a custom, and in a friendly town, it had become common knowledge. Beckman, ever the creature of habit, found solace in the predictability. The long days, weeks, months, and years of life on the road—which he’d imbued with routine—felt oddly long past, despite recent history, and this familiar café and its regular spot was the closest thing to a comfort blanket.
It wasn’t the snuggest thing he liked being wrapped up with, however. That sat opposite, its waterfall of chocolate-colored curls framing its picturesque vista. It had also just revealed a peculiar mix of the Emperor’s New Clothes and the interior of Pandora’s Box. Beckman’s mind somehow performed a sterling impression of Disneyland’s The Great Rocky Mountain Railroad. He wanted the attendant to shut the park or stop the ride long enough to let someone else have a turn.
An attendant did attend them. Buck set two tall glasses of America’s Greatest Root Beer (trademark applied for, at least in Beckman’s head) on the table.
The bear-sized proprietor sensed the busy cogs inside his male customer’s cranium, so he directed his remarks to the female one. ‘He throw a rock at it?’
Lolita shook her head. ‘I didn’t let him get that far.’
‘You wait. He’ll go back. They all do. I did.’
‘I can’t think you’d ever listen to your parents’ warnings, Buck. About anything, least of all that.’
‘I’m still here, aren’t I?’
‘Large as life,’ she said.
‘And I’m not going anywhere. Still holding out hope for your big day.’
‘I’m still waiting to find out when I get to have the big day.’ Her right thumb and forefinger noodled with the modest diamond-encrusted ring on her left hand.
‘And now you’ve given him something else to think about. Big mistake.’
‘Don’t think I don’t hear every word.’ Beckman licked his lips and set down the glass. ‘The Portal was there when you were a kid?’
‘Sure,’ Buck said.
‘You don’t reckon they’d put up a wall or a fence or whatever? Even a damn sign?’
‘It’s like this. If someone wants to get at something so bad, they will, whatever the obstacles. You need to make people not want to. The Bogeyman, whatever. Anyone wants to be dumb—that’s their lookout.’
‘Or brave,’ Beckman suggested.
‘Or dumb,’ she insisted.
‘Don’t tell me you never threw a rock into it. Or worse,’ he asked Buck, like a wayward teen seeking precedence from a taller, older ringleader—one who’s been around the block a few times, done the dares, owns the cool badge of being spoken to by the cops. Probably seen a real girl naked, maybe even made out with one.
‘Stoat Winterman. He was the one with balls.’
‘I never considered you as deficient in the balls department.’
‘Footballs,’ Buck said.
‘Jeez. Amazed the guy walked straight.’
‘No—footballs. He had footballs. And he could kick them too. Hankered after a kicker spot with the under-sixteens.’
‘Okay.’ Beckman didn’t follow the drift and wondered why he never went to school with anyone called Stoat, although he was the Stoat of the class, name-wise, anyhow.
‘He said any pussy could throw a rock into The Portal. So he kicked a football in there. To show he had balls too, I guess.’
‘And because he was also after a certain spot on the lower half of a girl who happened to be in attendance?’
‘Yeah, Wynona Catskill was there.’
‘What happened? To the ball. I mean, I can guess what happened to Stoat and Wynona, at least once, probably in the back seat of a car on the edge of town one night.’
‘He gave the ball a low punt from about twenty yards. Keeping it low was important. We didn’t know if this… thing had a height restriction—’
‘We still don’t,’ Lolita added.
‘—and in it sailed. Stoat could kick a ball.’
‘Stoat was a legend—I get the picture. The ball!’ Beckman begged.
‘It was like….’ Buck searched for an accurate description as if he’d never told this tale before—which was patently untrue. ‘It was like a magic trick. Even Copperfield would have busted a retina. It simply vanished mid-flight. Like passing into another realm. Like it’s falling beneath the surface of a vertical invisible lake.’
Lolita nodded. Beckman put two and two together and flashed an accusing look. Her hands came up defensively.
‘Lolita Milan, you damn rascal! You’ve thrown a rock or seven in there, haven’t you?’
She held out her hands, wrists together as if waiting to be handcuffed.
Buck laid a hand on her shoulder. ‘That’s my girl.’
‘You’re both reprobates,’ Beckman asserted.
‘When some things get too much, when the world is weighing on your shoulders, when the messed-up parts of reality and people and behaviours get the better of you, it’s a place to go. To stare into the abyss and muse, I may not understand the real world, but this screwed-up spot really puts my actually pretty normal—and certainly dealable-with—life into perspective
.’
Lolita shrugged. ‘It’s like hocking stones into a lake. Except we don’t have a lot of lakes around here.’
‘It calms you down? Like it has a presence? It absorbs your negative thoughts?’ Beckman asked.
Buck laughed like thunder. ‘Watch Star Trek much?’
Beckman opened his mouth to defend his geekery.
Lolita laid a soft hand on his. ‘No. It makes you think, Jeez, if I fell in there and was never seen again, my life would be a million times worse than whatever shit I’m facing now.
It scares you into confronting your demons.’
‘Like I said, it absorbs your negative thoughts.’
Buck patted Beckman’s shoulder. ‘Totally. But stay away, or you’re grounded.’
In the past weeks, Buck had become the next best thing to a father figure—he already filled that role for Lolita—so Beckman played along. ‘Yes, sir.’
Besides, you can’t kick a football for shit, sunshine. Even the actual father figure knows that. And wasn’t shy of saying it.
Ahhh, parental encouragement—there’s nothing like it. And nothing like it is precisely what you got.
Buck winked and returned to his barista duties.
They drank for a minute, and she watched him ponder some more.
‘Have any people gone in?’ he asked.
‘Not that anybody knows.’
‘Hmm. Inconclusive.’
‘Whatever you’re thinking, remember Buck may not technically be able to ground you, but I can sure make the bedroom off-limits.’
‘Baby, grounding or no, I’m curious. That’s all.’
‘I know.’
‘So,’ he gave the lioness the gentlest of prods, ‘Has anyone fired a gun into it?’
‘Beckman, you’ve had your gun moment. Dirty Harry, you ain’t.’
‘It’s a thought experiment. Not violence.’
‘You expect to tell the difference between a bullet vanishing from sight at a thousand miles an hour and one disappearing into thin air? Hell, you only started seeing in color ten weeks ago.’
‘Nine weeks, three days, nine hours.’
‘Not that you’re counting.’
He shrugged. ‘It was a life-changing moment.’
‘What was I, chopped liver?’
‘Nine weeks, six days, two hours.’
‘Jeez, geek much?’
‘I would have taken, Aw, Beckman, that’s so sweet, you’re counting the actual time since our eyes met across a crowded room. What a dear romantic man you are. I’m so glad I get to marry you
.’
Oops. You just raised the Hot Topic, dummy.
How to tell her what you think? She’ll be crushed.
Not now, idiot. Not now.
Mercifully, she dropped it. ‘How about you leave The Portal alone, my dear romantic man, like everyone in Sunrise who has an ounce of sense, and especially those with a girl they’d hate to lose.’
He swilled the last of his root beer. ‘You can’t blame a guy for wondering.’
‘I absolutely don’t. And I get the whole throwing stones thing.’
‘Yeah, and not doing it when you’re in your own glass house.’
‘Busted, okay. End of.’
‘But there must be somebody in town who can give me the full nine yards. You understand—to quench my thirst for knowledge. Old guy, long straggly white beard? Lives in a mysterious tumbledown house. Wizened. Cackles. Might own weird things in jars. Tells tall tales about strange goings-on.’
‘Ah.’ Her eyes lit with recognition. ‘You mean Old Man Withers?’
‘Yes! I knew it!’
‘You want to go see him?’
‘Sure.’
‘You’d better fire up the Mystery Machine and grab your talking dog, Shaggy.’
Just then, he could willingly have stepped into The Portal. Or been shot through it from an amusing clown cannon. It would have been marginally less painful than her corpsing at his expense.
He needed a distraction, a comeback. A fire alarm. An alien touchdown. Was that too much to ask?
His phone rang. He almost leapt out of his skin—something less potentially embarrassing than the duping he’d just received.
He tugged the trusty iPhone 8 from his pocket.
The display read, TYLER QUITTLE
.
He flashed it in front of her. In a nanosecond, her laughter ceased as if… well, as if it had passed through an invisible vertical barrier. In its place came an expression of equal parts distaste and disappointment. He’d had an idea that would happen. There was no point in seeking her approval for him to take the call, as it wouldn’t be forthcoming.
But he answered anyway. If only to change the topic.
Chapter 3
Lolita set the plates down in front of them. It was a balmy evening, and they were dining on the terrace. Whenever they did, he felt extraordinarily grown-up, which was odd, being thirty-seven. Maybe it meant the pursuit of happiness
was over, and he’d managed to catch the elusive SOB.
Yet all was not rosy in the garden (the metaphorical version, not the one stretching out in parched greenery before them). The Hot Topic still rankled her, the revelation of The Portal scampered through his brain, and she hadn’t even mentioned the call from Tyler. The man’s form defined him—presumed guilty without trial.
A man can change—Beckman himself bore living proof. Yet he was still a mere man, and what did mere men do when they wanted to know what was on a woman’s mind? They took potluck and waded in, hoping to escape with their genitals intact, and on a good day, their dignity too.
‘Tyler has a proposition.’
She took her sweet time finishing the mouthful, keeping the idiot guessing whether the lioness would maul or purr.
‘I’m familiar with his propositions.’
‘Proposition, singular,’ he corrected daringly.
‘He still has a one hundred percent record of trying to entice you over to the dark side.’
‘You make him sound like Palpatine.’
‘Except with better skin.’
‘He’s not a bad guy,’ Beckman supplicated.
‘Not anymore, you’re suggesting.’
‘You mean since his brush with death, brought on by a mystery assassin hired by a small-town dealer in Egyptian artefacts.’
‘A small-town dealer in Egyptian artefacts, in whose house you are living. Rent-free.’
‘Yes, the small-town dealer in Egyptian artefacts with the excellent tenancy terms and quite superb ass.’
‘Since that brush with death, exactly. The one that’s miraculously transformed him into the kind of guy you seem to want to give the time of day to.’
The sarcasm in her voice was a good sign because he needed to win her over. She’d nearly lost him to Tyler Quittle’s charms once before, and the guy wasn’t usually one to know a battle was over.
Except this time, it didn’t sound like a battle. It sounded like a slam dunk money-spinner.
‘When he has interesting propositions, yes.’
She set down her cutlery. ‘Okay. Hit me with this proposition. Tenant, darling.’
‘Short version, he wants me to take Sunrise as a sales patch for Pegasus. In my spare time. No upfront investment.’ He took another mouthful of the pork belly, and gave her a querying expression with a splash of puppy dog eyes thrown in.
She’d have to be a monster to say No to this.
She didn’t. She said, ‘What’s the catch?’
‘Not one I can see. I know the town. I know the product. I have an excellent track record. Some extra cash, maybe for the honeymoon….’
‘Excellent, Beckman. I like the patter. You’ll do well. Except selling Milan’s products, not Tyler’s. You owe him, them, nothing. You did your time and escaped. With your life—which was touch and go for a while. So why go back?’
‘I’m not going back. I’m doing a solid for a guy who tried to do me a solid. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.’
‘You said he wasn’t your enemy.’
Oh, snap.
‘Then I’m only keeping him close, not closer.’
‘Nice escape, honey.’
‘I’ve cheated an assassin’s bullet. Getting out of a verbal corner I’ve backed myself into is child’s play.’
‘As easy as selling Pegasus’s little boxes in a town that laps them up?’ she suggested.
‘I’ve heard worse comparisons.’
‘I’d only hold this against you if you did it behind my back. Which I know you wouldn’t.’
‘That sounds dangerously like a green light.’
She sighed. ‘I’d rather you lock horns with Tyler in your spare time than hang around outside The Portal trying to find out what makes it tick.’
‘Because I’m familiar with exactly what makes Tyler tick?’
‘It was easy sales, easy women and unnecessary insults, if I heard your stories right.’
‘It’s only one of three now,’ he asserted.
‘Preaching to the choir, honey. You’re not just dating a small-town dealer in Egyptian artefacts anymore. You’re dating the CEO of Milan Enterprises.’
‘With a great ass.’
‘And a dark cloud on the horizon.