I couldn’t entire blame her, I suppose. I was asking a lot of questions about her life before she demanded I stop the cab to let her out in the middle of the trip. Her distrust wasn’t exactly misplaced; though I doubt she anticipated what I was plotting, nor did it really matter as we had already driven far enough.
She stormed out and threw cash at me. I told her to have a nice day, and suddenly it was me throwing her an extra $50. I don’t think I will ever forget the look of shock as she drove away now that she was the one inside that smelly cab driver’s body.
And I had become her.
I remembered where she asked to be dropped off, and I noted the bus had a stop around there. So I waited. I didn’t’ anticipate the feeling. Maybe it was still her brain chemistry from being weirded out in my cab, or maybe it was the realization that I was now a woman alone on a dark street in the middle of the night -- but I genuinely had a strange feeling of dread.
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