Sunday, February 15, 2009

Personal Short #11

We were attacked in the cab. You could see in his eyes that he had been taken. The cab slowed and you pushed the door open, nearly fell out. You left a shoe. You slammed the door. I said to the eyes in the mirror, here, you can stop here and I'll get out. The cab kept moving, stopping at lights and it passed over the quiet seats. I locked my eyes on the deserted mirror and I though how are we moving and I heard him on the seat and I kept my eyes away.

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