travelers @bebbyt
- - Sanders turned his keys, the van hissed “please…” he breathed praying that it would start, but nothing. The van had taken him across the country and now it was angry at the abuse- or at least the battery was. He lowered his head on to the steering wheel and sighed loudly, he didn’t want to spend it on his. He left the driver’s seat making his way to the back of the van unlocking his emergency fund for times like these. The van needed a new battery and he pulled out the money putting into his pocket. He sighed, he’d have to take a job somehow or maybe he’d get lucky and get a commission. He shook his head, this was a problem for later.
- - “Come Luna,” he called to the sleeping Samoyed on the bed he put a leash on her and adjusted her ‘service dog’ vest. “Let’s go eat,” he said to her leading out of the van, “eat then let’s get that battery.” They exited the black van and walked to nearest diner, he sat himself down at the nearest table Luna settling down underneath the table close to his legs.
