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Night Rider

"Where you going?" the cabby asked, in slightly accented English. He adjusted his mirror.

"Bring me to 1250 Camp Street." Maddie climbed into the back seat. She got a strong whiff of whiskey, but she wasn't sure if it was from the cabby or a previous passenger. She dabbed at the tears in her eyes, sniffled into her tissue, as the driver steered the taxi through the Frenchmen Street crowd.

"So why you upset? You fight with your boyfriend? My name's Enrico. Nice to meet you." He glanced at her in the mirror.

"I'm Maddie. Yeah, my boyfriend's a jerk. We were dancing at the Spotted Cat, and he kept flirting with this girl-"

"Don't cry." Enrico spoke soothingly.

"Thanks. Can I smoke in here?" Maddie fumbled in her Hello Kitty purse, looking for her cigarettes and a lighter.

"Sure. Be my guest."

Maddie glanced at the United Cab photo identification card. The picture was of a blonde guy named Byron James.

"This your cab?"

Enrico laughed. "Ah, you see that picture. Don't worry about Mr. James. We had a little, how do you say, misunderstanding?"

Maddie looked out the window as she smoked her cigarette. She didn't recognize the neighborhood. "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry." Enrico stopped the car on an unfamiliar street. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Don't worry, Miss. "It's my cab now."

Story by:

Sara Jacobelli

30 November 2012

Sara Jacobelli's web:

www.capitareafagiolo.wordpress.com