Every Saturday night was about the same. Downtown Boston was full of young couples. The young ladies urged their significant others to wave me down. The guy usually mumbled something about how he could have looked out for her on the subway. But my fare tonight was different. He appeared to have not been drinking. He didn't seem to even know where he was going. He just told me to drive, away from the center of the city. I headed toward Brookline, and then Somerville before he broke the silence. All he said was "She died, and I wasn't even there. I was forging our business when I should have been by her side." I was silent, feeling his pain. Then he continued "She promised me to go to the meeting and close the deal. So I did, and right before I waved you down I got the call that she had passed. Tonight I gave her her dying wish. but I feel dead."
I just listened. I felt like crying, but I asked him,"Where is home, would you like to go home?" He seemed startled " Home without her ," he mumbled. Then I understood there was no place that he did not have memories of the night haunting him. I turned off the fare box and drove him to a hotel on the waterfront. It was where I would want to stay. "Can You afford it." He said yes and moped out of my cab
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Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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This writing was outstanding.
Only wish there was more! Sad yet beautiful idea
Oh that is terribly sad 😔
It’s amazing how your story was able to portray a melancholy feel to it from the moment he enter the taxi, bravo
I get emotional reading deep-rooted stories like this. My tears are held back. This is a good story
This was heart-breaking and wholesome at the same time. It showed the heartbreak of humanity and how important it is to be there for each other.
Antoinette, this says so much about how humans should connect with other humans. Bittersweet but thoughtful and addressing our roles to look out for each other. Love it!
Gosh this was so heartbreaking! The vab driver was just so kind!
So sweet and yet very sad at the same time. Beautiful story!
Ugh so sad, so much pull at the heartsrings!!
Beautiful work Antoinette! Very heartfelt!