Taxi

• Laleuca Banister-Jones, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2019

A sudden warm snowstorm commenced around me. The taxi driver leaned out the open door and blankly asked if I was getting in or not. An unexpected wave of unease washes over me. I look at my shoes and nod slowly. Delicate white snowflakes drift around me and a peaceful wind flutters my hair. I step forward. Towards the waiting taxi. The man smiles and nods at me as I slid into the back seat.
”Where to madam?” asks the man as he starts the engine. He glances at me in the review mirror. I stare into my empty hands.
”I don't know.” I say. ”Just take me somewhere else. Please.”