MY Cab

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