A short story by Areeba Asad
I had the strangest taxi ride last Saturday night. I believe, it is
always difficult to get a cab, but when it’s raining its all the more
tough. I left the house in such a rush. Holding the umbrella over
myself, dumping keys in my purse and checking my phone every next two
minutes for another text from Allen, I desperately waited for a cab.
When I saw one, I hailed passionately and prayed it will take me in
because only I knew how important it was for me to see Allen. The cab
stopped, I opened the door and without any pause out of habit, I told
him where to take me before jumping in. the cab driver drove the car and
I assumed that he agreed.
I felt really weird all day. It was raining since night and the sound
of ambulance sirens coming from far across the highway made me really
sad. I kept checking my weather update on my phone, which suggested
heavy rainfall is expected in the next 12 hours or so. I kept myself
sorting out files in my room until I got a text from a really old friend
of mine, Allen. He’s the kind of friend you haven’t met in a while but
for some odd reason you feel really close to. I knew he needed me. So I
told myself that whatever misunderstandings were in past, this is the
time when he needs me, and I should be there.
I felt very uncomfortably impatient in the taxi; I kept looking
outside if there was any shortcut to this traffic jam, if this rain will
ever stop. Also, this cab driver’s silence was killing me. No
greetings, no directions. To break the silence, I asked,
‘Sir is there a shortcut to this route that you know?’
He didn’t answered I asked again assuming he didn’t hear me the first
time. Without saying a word, he turned the cab left in such a speed
that the cab almost slipped and got to some random street.
This taxi ride became quiet intense. It started to get really dark
outside. I could see no other car on the street. I had no idea where we
were. I started to freak out I hadn’t even seen this guys face before
sitting. But I was in such a rush, so how could I. I had a million
things going on my mind- Allen. In how much pain he must be at such a
sudden death of his both parents in a car accident. Would he want to see
This cab driver was scaring me to death. I asked
‘Where are we? This is not where I’m supposed to go.’
He didn’t answer.
I shouted ‘stop the car!’
He drove me at the same pace. I tried to check my door and windows
but they were centrally locked. He slowed the car and turned back
looking at me. I screamed! Half of his was badly burnt. I haven’t seen
anything as scary as him in my life.
I didn’t know what he wanted. Slowing the car even more, he unlocked the
door and as soon as he did that, I opened the door and jumped out. Fell
down, struggled to get up quickly and ran away. I was all wet in deadly
rain, crying out loud, walking in the middle of nowhere. I kept turning
my head back to see if he came again. As I walked on the sideway, I
felt scared, unsafe and cold. I kept wondering what he wanted. Why
didn’t he follow me? What could have happened?
Even though, all this still remains a mystery, but it really was a strange taxi ride.
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