thunder [ bolts and lightning]


written in response to a task set by the  wonderful students in our school creative writing group – 300 words max on the topic of THUNDER………………..not sure if this is cheating or not

 

yeah ,I know everyone says it and i know what you’re thinking, this is just some black cab bull shit, but we all say it, cos its true. People in a cab, well, they leave stuff, all sorts of stuff.

the usual run of things, handbags, keys, umbrellas, underwear of course, but weirder stuff too – a bag of handcuffs, 2 grams of coke [ although thinking back,that might have been the tip] and they tell you stuff – really personal stuff, things you know they’ve never told anyone else, secrets, scandals, diesel driven confessions

personally, i reckon its cos they’re talking to the back of your head, they can read any response they like, all you need to do is grunt occasionally – it’s probably cheaper than therapy and they get taken somewhere at  the same time.

but this sunday, i’m driving and its all over the radio – Freddie Mercury is dead – died of AIDS, so theyre playing all his tracks and i’m singing along.

i like rock music – Quo, the Sabbath, Bruce Springsteen – real blokes who sing about real stuff, guys who look like they could do a days work, grafters – music for men.

i pick up my fare – girl, about the same age as me and just as she gets settled, Bohemian Rhapsody comes on – the album version – 15 mins of perfect rock and we both just join in

“thunder bolts and lightning, very very frightening”

” i loved him”she says

I nod  ” yeah, he was great”

“no” she shakes her head, serious ” no, I really really loved him” and she smiles, but it’s  like she’s close to tears

when i go to give her the change, i do something unusual, i normally just dump the shrapnel in the little slot thing, but this time, i turn right round,face her

“yeah” i say ” i really really loved him too”

 

its like i said – people in cabs – well, they say things they would never say anywhere else.

 

About cathi rae

50ish teacher & aspiring writer and parent of a stroppy teenager and carer for a confused bedlington terrier and a small selection of horses who fail to shar emy dressage ambitions. Interested in contemporary fiction but find myself returning to PG Wodehouse when the chips are down View all posts by cathi rae

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